Monday, February 14, 2011
I Miss My Stilletos
From the time I started working professionally, (I don't think scooping ice cream cones required dress attire) I wore heels. About 3/4 of my jobs were sit down jobs and the remaining 1/4 was retail management. During that period my corns developed corns but one must suffer to be beautiful. I think a friend's mother shared those words of wisdom. Suffer I have for my heels. They're just to darn cute.
At one point I had work shoes and Vegas shoes with glitter and towering heels. We were going 2-3 times a year back in the early 90s when 1/2 the people were still dressing in suits and cocktail dresses for the shows.
Winter didn't mean snow boots. Heck no. Winter meant these boots. The idea was to stab the snow and ice to keep from falling and, no, I never did.
Who am I fooling. I just might buy a pair to bring out of hiding after Terry's gone to work and just put them on to admire and drink my coffee.