The original name of this blog was "Coming to Terms
With Middle Age." On good days, I
still believe that I'm middle-aged; and still trying to come to terms with it.
But the fact is, I have left middle age behind...without ever having actually
come to terms with it. I guess that's the reason I shortened the name of the blog to just "Coming to Terms." The middle age part is history.
Back in 2004, I posted a little blurb about this crazy pair
of shoes I had bought--a pair of gold satin open-toed pumps with three-inch
spike heels. Forty-nine years old, and I
was rockin' the stilettos for the first time in my life. I loved those shoes, but they were direly
uncomfortable. I sucked it up and wore
them about twice, then they sat and collected dust in the bottom of my closet
for close to a decade before I finally shipped them to the Goodwill.
So now I'm old, and I can't even entertain the idea of heels
of any height. But...but...I still love shoes! I want pretty shoes, dammit!
And yesterday, I found some.
Are they blingy?
Yes. Are they impractical? Probably.
Are they slightly out of style and even a bit juvenile? Uh-huh. Do I care? Not even a little.
They're pretty and sparkly...and wearable. And they make me feel like a million
bucks.
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