So my daughter may have as severe an
addiction to appreciation for high heels as I do. In fact, she’s starting much younger than I did, and pretty much jumped in the deep – or should I say steep – end from the start. Once she got rid of her height-challenged boyfriend that hated her to wear heels, she embraced her high heel addiction love fearlessly. And we’re not talking puny 3 or 4 inch heels. My 5’9″ daughter rocks the 5 inchers with the best of them.
Unfortunately the Boychild has less understanding of this…hobby…of ours.
A recent conversation at the dinner table went something like this:
The Missy: My shoes came in, Momma! They are smokin‘!
Me: Cool! What are they like?
The Boychild: Okay wait, didn’t you just get a pair of shoes last week? What do you need another pair for??
The Missy and I look at each other. Duh!
Missy: I have, like, 15 pair of shoes.
Boy: Fifteen! Why does anyone need fifteen pairs of shoes?!?
She and I look at each other again.
Missy: You’ve never seen Mom’s shoe collection, have you, Little Brother?
Boychild glances down the hallway, towards my room, where I keep most of my “normal” shoes, my boots, my runners, my “low” heels (3-4 inches) and a couple pair of “emergency” slut heels. (Cuz you never know.)
Boy (uncertainly): Um, yeah…
Missy: No, I mean her real collection. The one she has at W’s…
She goes on to describe what may seem like an exorbitant amount of shoes. The Boy goggles. And shakes his head. And snorts.
Finally he says: What do you need all those shoes for? What do you do with all those shoes?????
And I sit there with images in my head of what I do DO with all those shoes.
And that, as W says, is just a start.
Nope, I don’t think I will enlighten the Boychild on this one.
And…possibly not the Missy either. 😉
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