For the love of shoes
By erin on August 11, 2010 | Filed Under faces & places
Actual photo of my shoe. I got married in these shoes. Yes, I know. They are awesome.
When I announced to the world that my husband and I were expecting our first (and we now know giant) baby, I consistently recieved three comments as reaction:
“YAY! its about time! ”
“Wow…your boobs are going to get even bigger!”
“Oh no! You won’t ever be able to wear your fabulous shoes again!”
The first two comments would get simple smiles of acknowledgement. Yes, my hubby and I had been together for 10 years before we got pregnant, yes my already impressive bustline was soon to become more impressive, but I’m sorry, neither rain nor sleet nor swollen ankles nor a giant baby was going to stop me from wearing my fabulous shoes.
So there.
Thhhhhpt.
You see, I have a confession to make. I have a shoe problem. Not a fetish per se…that would be creepy. I just LOVE shoes. Particularily high, sassy, saucy, beautiful, brassy shoes. Can’t get enough of them. Imelda Marcos and her closet are the stuff that dreams are made of. Sex in the City was a regular happening on my TV not for the witty banter but for the Manolos. I firmly believe runners should only be worn while running and that ‘sensible’ shoes are only good in the rain or really desperate situations. And I really really hate birkenstocks. Sorry mom.
“But what about falling?” I would hear them cry, “Aren’t you worried about falling while wearing those ridiculously high, yet extremely sexy and envy causing, shoes?”
No. Never worried.
You see, in addition to being having a shoe problem, I am a clutz. Years of dance, gymnastics, sports and theatre school have not cured me of this problem. So you may ask , why on EARTH would I continue to wear such fantastic shoes while carrying such precious cargo?
Because I never fall while wearing high heeled shoes. Runners, Blundstones and flip flops…yes. Heels? Never.
I think its kismet.
So I wore my shoes. When my feet started to swell, I got new shoes. I wore pregnancy stilletos. I brought heels to the hospital. I may have looked exhausted, worn out and lets be honest, completely freaked out when I left the hospital…but my feet looked amazing.
Why can’t I wear high heels and be a great mom. I can sprint in them, I can reach higher things and my butt looks spectacular thank you very much. So what if they aren’t practical or sensible or overly mom like. Who said all moms have to be practical and sensible anyhow?
I may not wash my hair, I occasionally forget to brush my teeth, and now that I work from home, suits are a thing of the past…but always ALWAYS will I wear fabulous shoes.
I think I’m a better mother for it.
I am WAY impressed. WAY. I bet you look amazing.
I, on the other hand, live in my European walking shoes. I always fall when I’m wearing heels.
I love it!! Go sexy Mom go! I totally agree about the shoes – I am in the same boat (and have the same problem falling when not wearing high heels) just can’t give them up. Thankfully I work in an office that gives me the opportunity to wear my shoes regularly. It may be one of the few reasons I returned to work…
You go Mama! I still wear my heels after two bundles of joy. My favorite secret…buy a size bigger than I used to and a really good insole. Works wonders!
Oy vay,oy vay,oy vay and I am not a Jewish mother but my daughter,Erin,is ruining her body,specifically her legs,her feet,her ability to walk.I have,in fact,a picture of Erin and Martin,hand in hand,walking down to see Max,recently born,and she is not wearing after-birth stilletos (still toes,aptly named).She is wearing Birks,well,maybe not Birks,but comfy shoes that are flat,flat.Mark my words (in pink ink…breast cancer survivor…a whole other subject) continuous high heel torture leads but to the grave of stressed and strained toes and ankles.As I head into my seventies,in my comfortable shoes,I will go without pain…happy feet will applaud me.My daughter will be wearing snowshoes if she continues on this route of walking on her toes.Who designed us to walk on our toes…someone wishing for silence???…as in tippy toe?? Nope, fashion…the female body having to look provocative,sexy…….I am in favor of letting the males wear heels.But,males are far too sensible to let that happen and anyway,they are doing the designing aren’t they.Oh my dear,I won’t be around when you are limping to the supermarket,trying to play football in stilletos (by that time they will be atrophied and you will be tippy toeing your way through life………doomed to high heels.Thank heaven you had a boy.Boys can wear Birkenstocks.Audience,I wored bejewelled Birks,black patent leather,to my daughter’s wedding.In fact,bare feet are being explored now as the best way to ambulate your way around,like that is news???? Mom the Mouth
I am glad you all love your shoes…even you mom:) You are right, I didn’t wear my high heels IN the hospital…I am sure the nurses would have frowned.
Shoes, like clothes, give the wearer the opportunity to express their personality. I feel I am a 3 1/2 inch, black patent peep toe with red silk lining. My mom, as we can all see, is a black patent birk. Bejewelled. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree…it just morphed;)
At 38, my calves are like steel, my back is fine, and my feet are happy. My soles and my soul love my shoes.
Viva la stilleto!!!
I couldn’t agree more. And yes, your wedding shoes are spectacular. The mama schlep look is not a pre requisite for being a good mama. In fact, wearing fabulous shoes probably makes you a better mama, don’t you think?
Will you teach me to walk in heels? I have never worn anything higher than a 1/2 inch. I find it daunting, and I too am a klutz- but perhaps this could work to my advantage as it does for you?
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