This week's #Sunday Confession
In my closet there is a perfect pair of strappy black stilettos. They are no longer beautiful but I can't bring myself to bin them.
When I bought them it was almost 7 years ago on a shopping expedition with the hubs before he was the hubs. He and I found clearance rack and they were on it. In my jumbo size and on clearance for only $3.99. I bought other shoes that day and it was also the day I knew the hubs was the one because I bought a few other pairs of heels that were all the same shoe but in different colors. There is something to be said about a man who doesn't question why I need the same shoe in different colors.
I have worn them a bit ragged at this point there are a few scuffs, the heels are also a bit wobbly, and the buckle for the ankle strap is loose. I have risked what I worry every time to be the last more times just because these are the shoes that make me feel powerful and beautiful. They have gotten me through fat days, stressful days, lazy days ( I have found people think you put in effort if you wear sexy shoes and they are just as easy to slide on as slippers), and days when I felt like I was queen of the world.
I know it's time to say good bye and they have more than earned their keep. I do need to replace them before I have an accident and its a forced goodbye and a trip to the trash. Maybe I will just hide them even further in the back of my closet. For a little while longer. I'm just not ready yet. I have lustfully bookmarked more expensive replacement shoes and I think I better order. Unless there is a magical shoe company that wants to barter with a broke blogger?
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