Having a girly girl as a daughter has brought a few things to my attention. I’m not a girly girl, being the biggest one staring me in the face.
I don’t pay attention to fashion, not that I don’t like it or appreciate it … I just don’t really have the where-with-all to care that much. Are we clothed? Good, my job is done.
Do we match? On a good day.
I’m pretty sure that part of this problem for me is shoes. I’m not your typical girl who is addicted to shoes. Not that all girls are. But for some reason that whole “club” never caught my attention.
I have freakishly small feet. My prom shoes were bought from the little girls section and it was very hard to find something without a princess on the side of them. Also, a heel was not an option. Size 4 feet people. FOUR.
Then I had babies and my feet GREW. And inbetween my two babies they seemed to have grown for real, not just with pregnancy. I went from a size 4 to a size 8 while pregnant and back down to a 7 or 7.5 post baby.
Which has left me with an odd array of shoes from soleheaven.com.
And none of them organized.
So I pulled them all out (Jessica and I share a shoe bin) and spelled it out on the floor.
I have too many shoes that don’t fit me, are worn out and not worth wearing again and I definitely have too many sandals. Also, not one heel. None. I need help.
The mary-jane Dansko’s are my pregnancy shoes … not only do they not fit me any more … they flop all over the place when I try to make them work. You see, these are my only black shoes. Problem.
The green-suede Reef sandals to the right of the black prego-shoes are nice enough, but I bought them on sale when I had an “outfit” for them to go with … said outfit is no longer in my possession … so … bye bye sandals that I do not need.
These sandals are the ones I was referring to about being worn out. The black sandals are my FAVORITE. I wear these to death in the summer, which literally is what they are – dead. I’ve worn out the sole of these so thin that I feel the blacktop when I’m walking around. Boo-hoo.
The brown sandals to the right are my new go-to summer shoes, I’ll keep those around a while. The yellow strapy pair to the left were bought for me (thanks, mom!) when I was pregnant … again, the issue with the feet shrinking. They no longer fit – and I have another pair of strapy sandals that works better. So I don’t need to two, any more.
The crocs you keep seeing pieces of – are going away. I bought them on sale too – and they were big for me then but I wanted the color so bad I ignored it. I can’t ignore it any longer. They were my gardening shoes, but I’ll find something else to fit the bill this year.
The brown tennis shoes … I’m keeping. These are my non-mom shoes I try to remember to wear while I run errands. Something other than my running shoes, which happen to be more of “every day” shoe for me.
Which the boots happen to be for me in the winter. I wear them every where. I need a fashion intervention.
However, I have saved the best for last.
These boots. I love these boots. And whenever I need to feel like I have it all together in the fashion department, I wear these suckers. I get complimented on these boots … something that never happens to me when shoes are involved. I just don’t have decorated feet.
I need a pair of heels and something black. When all is said and done this is what I’m left with, for all year wear, for shoes.
Who wants to intervene?