Try as I might....I'm just not her. Sad. Maybe not. Don't get me wrong, I admire that girl. Her couture dress, the designer handbag and ahhhhh...those shoes. She walks like she's gliding on air...kind of the way people look who are on the moving sidewalks in the airport.
There are groups of women who meet solely (pun...yes) based on their love of shoes. Their club is called "Hello Stiletto". How clever is that? I've seen pictures of the fashion shows they host where they roll out the pink carpet and each girl strolls the catwalk donning her latest flirty foot-find. I know some of these women. They are fun-loving girls who simply found an excuse to buy shoes and party. Genius.
So while I may not fit in that crowd with my blue jeans and pink-polished toenail bare feet, I'm ok with that. But if a fancy flip flop meets the criteria I think I just might have to go to one of their shin-digs (oh wow...good pun!) and see if I can get one step closer to becoming THAT girl. Anything is possible.
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I'll never be that girl either. Between my 5'11 height and size 11 shoes....I will never be that girl. I have recently started wearing some heels, but rarely, I hate being asked "How tall ARE you?" all the time. I'm not an ogre people. I'm not even 6ft. Geez, cut me some slack. Tall girls can rock heels too!
ReplyDeleteI agree 100% I prob own like 30+ pairs of flip flops. I love shoes, dont get me wrong, i love shopping for them and trying them on, but i hardly ever buy them. I just cant imagine walking around with my feel stretched 3 inches above the ground because it makes my butt look good.
ReplyDeleteI am, or was, that girl. I felt a little flutter of butterflies in my tummy at the sight of the pink shoes with bow. However, I had knee surgery several years ago that no longer allow me to wear anything over 2" for any length of time. I have thousands of dollars of shoes sitting in my closet. I have slowly, over the course of the last 3 years been selling to consignment stores or giving to same-size gal-pals. Each one I part with is like I'm moving away from my beloved elementary school and leaving that one "BFF" behind.
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