High Heels

I like to think of myself as a practical person. Sure I do lots of impractical things, but most of the time, I choose practical ways of doing things, I think. Most of you know I'm not the most graceful person. I can be walking on a flat sidewalk, no drop-offs or obstacles in the way, while wearing tennis shoes and somehow manage to fall. Over nothing! Pretty embarassing. Add in any other factors like rain or actual drop-offs or wearing some sort of tricky shoe and I'm sure to be eating pavement.

My mom and husband make fun of me for the way that I walk in high heels. I admit, I feel awkward. The thing is, if I buy a heel that won't slip off my feet then they are waaay too tight. If I get a heel that actually fits and then attempt to walk in it, my heel slips out every step and that makes it even harder to walk gracefully. I haven't fallen in heels before, but that is only because I have a death grip on John. I usually return home, cursing myself for wearing heels.

So, after having Quincy I've decided to become even more of a practical person. I want to dress in jeans/tshirt/converse all the time now! So when I get pooed on, peed on, spit up on, no big deal. No ironing, no thinking of what to wear. And less chance of hurting myself and Q by walking in high heels!

I know that I will relapse at times only to remember the pain of heels, curse, and return to the practical. I made this decision to "go practical" after wearing heels to a wedding yesterday. John was with me, so he helped me carry Quincy or otherwise there would have been disaster. So, next time you see me and I'm dressed like a bum, remember that "she is so practical"!