I realize that motherhood and six-inch spike heels don't exactly
mix, but I also don’t think that motherhood should mean retiring one's
(usually impractical) shoe collection (Yes, I'm on a shoe kick right now.)
So
when I fall in love with a pair of heels, even if I have nowhere to
"wear" them, I buy them. Even if it means sacrificing comfort for
something sexy. Okay, okay. I'm a mom. I know. I should be practical
and rock sweatpants and baggy jeans. Or at least that's the assumption,
right? I should be wearing flats and sneakers every day of my life.
Because seriously, who wears heels out to a play date? Or to the
playground? Or to Mommy and Me class?
I do.
Yup.
I
know. Call me c-c-c-craaaaaazy. Because sometimes I like to get
dolled up with nowhere to go. Seriously guys, I'm a work at home
mother. Where am I going? Errands? Play dates? The occasional stroll
around the city? Pulease. Bachelorette parties aside,
there is no dress code for me these days. And that sucks. So I have
made up my own. And sometimes, that means wearing the highest heels I
can pull off. Or the tightest jeans. Or the shortest skirt. Yup.
Sometimes I whore it up on the blvd. And I'M A MOTHER!
Ack!
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