Wednesday, March 21, 2012

First pair of High Heels


Remember when you got your first pair of high heels. I was in the 8th grade and they looked sorta like this:

What was I THINKING?
Actually the shoe is not all that bad however I was in the 8th grade with huge feet - super huge feet. I am thinking not a shoe for an 8th grader. I twitched my little tootie fruttie in them anyhow.

I tell you what at the time I thought I was the dot on the “I” ! Mine where a blue green algae color and I wore a turquoise dress made out of – what is that material called? TERRY CLOTH!!!! That’s it! The dress was terry cloth. OhMyGrapeJelly! The top portion was a striped tube top (mind you I had absolutely ­NOTHING to fit in that tube top –nada! but tube top nonetheless) and the bottom half was a solid turquoise. Let me not leave out the most unforgettable part ~ "the cape" like thing that gracefully wrapped my boney shoulders.  I was on my way to Solid Rock Baptist Church! Good times. Good times.
In fact, I was so impressed with what I thought was sooooo fly that I wore my "high heels" to school one day. Now that I think about it, I know you girls at I.E. Johnson was laughing at me behind my back. I had not forgot  – I will get you back!


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

I am Your Sugar...


I am listening to this song last night - one of my all time favorite songs when my ever so inspiring husband walks in from a long day of work.
Our conversation:
Me: You wanna be my "sugar man"...
Hubby: Sure Hunny, what you need me to do...
Me: Buy me lots and lots of shoes....

He turns around and walks out! Was that a no? Gheez, I wasn't done talking....


Monday, March 5, 2012

The Proverbs 31 Woman!

High Heels...

Growing up, as far back as my now aging and limited memory allows, I remember seeing my grandmother in high heels. At the time -  I didn't understand that deep burning love of high heels.

My grandmother was a strong, independent woman who molded me into the woman I am today. She raised us with the principles of the Virtuous Woman. We learned to keep a clean house, cook meals for our families (ummm well I didn't quite master that trait until well into my married life but anyway back to my story) and we did all the outdoor aspects of maintaining a hearty home. My grandmother did it and did it all gracefully in her high heels.  I have a distinct memory of watching my grandmother climbing an apple tree and then shaking it so that the delicious fruit would fall for us to collect. She had on high heels then too.... ok, maybe that was just my vivid imagination but I hardly remember a time she was not wearing heels.
My grandmother was a fox too.... there was nothing you could tell her as we pulled up to church and she pranced in with her hat cocked to one side, her fur wrapped around her shoulder and the tallest heels imaginable gracing her feet.

I was well into adulthood before I was bitten by the high heel bug; the art carefully molded into me by my hot shot grandmother. As I stand back to admire my growing collection and reminiscence of the dancing lady - cutting the grass; pushhing a lawn mower in her high heels; I definitely know that this is an acquired taste; an family trait.....and its not my fault! ....That's my story and I'm sticking to it.