Priming the Pump

I am not a fashion horse.

I never have been.


Back in school my Twin was total 80's.....Flock of Seagulls dress and make-up for a night out.  She would've had the hair, too if the family wasn't so conservative and were weren't so *obedient*.

It was sweatshirts and Levi's for me...I liked it, and the few boys I dated didn't really seem to mind that much.


On the rare occasion I want to feel like a *girl*

I know just where to go....


Black Pumps.

Now that could be from all of those years of dress up, or the fact the only time I wore a dress in high school was for Concert Band (basic black), I don't know.  I wore white pumps on my wedding day, but they didn't have the *OOOMPH* that the black ones do.

About 20 years ago I had an "event". I bought a pair of black suede pumps I could hardly walk in...but they looked GOOD. 

...and it was a good weekend...

.... so several months ago when my daughter announced her engagement to be married *event*, the first thing that crossed my mind was BLACK PUMPS.....


I quit wearing heels that high years ago....when you are carting kids and babies to church (and church being the ONLY social outlet I had when the kids were little) you just automatically go flat.


....I mean you go to flat shoes.  


You get comfortable.
You get.....boring.

 I was anxiously anticipating my shoe shopping day.  I have already seen a few pairs I want.

I know just where to go. 

Only my shoe shopping day was bumped up a few weeks....the butterflies that came with the excitement of wedding plans have been chased off by the hornets that fill your gut in the event someone you know passes away; untimely and unexpectedly.

Looking into the depths of my closet I was able to find a dated, gray business suit I could wear to the funeral.


...but no black pumps.

I will have to run and pick up a pair tonight.  

I know just where to go.

..........but maybe I'll look for gray, instead.