One of the many changes that occured with my body since having Parker is that my feet grew. I know it’s a fairly common “side affect” of pregnancy, but it didn’t happen to me in the first two pregnancies, so why would I think it would happen in the third? Well, it did, and my shoe size went from a lovely 7 1/2 to an 8 1/2. It’s not a large size, I guess, but I really liked my 7 1/2 size feet. ~Sigh~ I now have a closet full of shoes that I cannot possibly wear, no matter how hard I try. Lucky for my sister Erica, as she is the right size. A box of about 10 pairs of shoes is headed to Boston right now. I’m still trying to find a buyer for my rollerblades. Anybody want some? They are in excellent condition! Only been used a few times, and it was on a really well-paved road specifically for bikers and bladers. I’m throwing in my wrist guards and knee pads for good measure, too!!
Anyway… A few days ago I finally got myself some new Sunday shoes. I really need more than one pair, but I just can’t spend all that money. So I got myself some sensible black shoes. I wanted something different than I had before (which were basically black, fancy flip-flops), and this is what I chose:
I think they are pretty cute, especially with the little bow (which is, of course, the part Ches doesn’t really like. Hmpf). They actually looked cute with my jeans on in the store, too. I haven’t had heels in a while, but there are sooooo many beautiful shoes out there, so I wanted some. I’m just not fond of wedges. I tried on some more sandal-like shoes, and some peep-toe shoes, but these were the ones I liked best. Oh, and they were on sale! Yay!
I wore them to church Sunday. I thought I was pretty darn cute (and I liked being taller!), but after a short time I came to two conclusions:
1. I cannot walk in heels. I was thinking that if I were a contestant on America’s Next Top Model, Miss J would have a fit watching me try to walk. I need to practice walking around the house or something.
2. Heels really make your feet hurt. My feet didn’t have that “new shoe” pain. No, it was all the pressure on the front of my feet. I am so glad I didn’t choose the shoes with an even higher heel. Aaack!
As soon as I got in the van at the end of church, my new shoes came off. I walked barefoot in the house and carefully put my shoes back in the closet. I love my new shoes, but I think we need some time apart before I have to face them again.