Tuesday, March 1, 2011
The Perfect Shoe
This week-end we went in search of an outfit that Mary Kate needs to wear for several upcoming occasions. It had to be dressy and suitable for church, grandparents, high school friends and everyone in between. Believe it or not, we found the dress quickly and easily. See, miracles do happen! It was the perfect shoes that eluded us. Mary Kate had a definite vision. She wanted tall (very tall) and sophisticated. I thought a wedge was adorable...so did every other mother, grandmother and twenty-something in the shoe department. Everyone had an opinion and it became a Seinfeld moment when Mary Kate finally looked at me genuinely puzzled and asked,"Why do they care?"
How can you explain that every woman remembers her first amazing pair of shoes and every woman in that store department recognized that it was happening for her right then. I told her it was the thrill of the hunt. We all enjoy a little treasure hunt and Mary Kate was clearly on one. She held her dress up, wobbled on stiletto after stiletto toward the mirror and played the imagination game: I'm not in my sweats, I don't have a ponytail, I'm even wearing make up and wearing this...does it feel right? Do I look amazing? She easily tried on 15 pairs of shoes and for some reason I was not annoyed or hurried -- hence the grace. I was enjoying the hunt too and I had no skin in the game. This was her call. These were going to be her favorites and she was going to own them for a good long while. She finally found them: tall, suede, nude and zippers in the back. I'm sure someday, she will take a look at these shoes and see just how 2011 they really are but for now they are fabulous.
She came home and immediately tried them on with the outfit and then went on to do the fashion show of all the other outfits that would look ever so amazing all because of these rockin' shoes. She wore them with jeans, skirts, shorts and anything else she could find. She wore them while she was doing homework, petted them while she was reading and placed them in the perfect spot in her closet where they are protected. They are keepers and I am grateful I got to be part of the search team. Grateful more for my evolution in clothing shopping...no longer a gate-keeper but a team member up to the challenge.
I remember my first pair of amazing shoes but more vividly I remember my smokin' hot skin tight dark jeans from the GAP. Man, how I loved them. How I wore them for any reason whatsoever and felt fabulous each and every time. Do you remember your first pair of shoes? How about your most adored article of clothing when you were a teen? I'd love to hear your story. March 6th is Mary Kate's day to be decked out...think of her! :)