Wednesday, May 30, 2007
No Imelda Marcos
Remember the former Philipine First Lady, Imelda Marcos? The one with about 1,200 pairs of shoes? Well, I am not Imedla Marcos. The shoes in my sketch were my effort at high fashion, Barbie shoes, I called them. I saw high school girls flouncing all over school in them, women at resorts clamboring into boats with them, and I thought, "If they can, I can." I couldn't. I couldn't stand the way they clattered on sidewalks and slapped my heels. I couldn't stand the blisters across the top of my size 9AA foot, or the aching back. In fact, I could hardly stand at all. So I would put them on in the closet, pose in front of the mirror, and then put them backon the shelf. Finally I put them in the Goodwill bag. I am no Barbie - or Imelda.
I have some dressier shoes from my teaching days. It was always a challenge to find shoes that looked "professional" and still had some style and were comfortable enough to walk blocks and blocks, as I did every day in my rather large high school. So, I have some black mid height shoes, some dressier sandals, a couple of pairs of boots with heels in the low to mid height range. I have one pair of high heels I thought would dress up jeans, but I soon realized they were only practical for sitting sipping a cocktail, not walking anywhere. I did buy a trendy pair of linen colored wedges, but they mostly sit on the shelf looking cute. I can walk in them, so that's a plus.
These days my shoe choices are more practical. I wear my Birkies, three pairs in different colors for different pairs of jeans or shorts I might choose, a pair of brown Eastland brogans that keep my tootsies warm and dry when that is what is required. I have the newer cleaner pair of New Balance athletic shoes for my time at the athletic (arthritic?) club, and older pair for around the house, and a still older pair for the garden. I have my moosehide Minnetonka slippers, which will soon need a decent burial, and a equally well worn pair of Clarks clogs that also probably should be retired with honors. And that's it. One of the nice things about retirement for me is the way my needs are getting simpler and simpler. No more Barbie shoes for this Boomer.