Sunday, November 20, 2011
Ok... I know! Who wants to look at someone's feet, right? But
just give me a moment to explain. And I have to backtrack to
get there so just bear with me. I basically was raised by my grandmother.
Yes, mom was there but as she had to work to pay the bills I basically was
raised by a very proper woman. She clung to the rules of what was
expected from a lady and tried her best to pass it on down to another
generation... me!! Gesh! THAT was a tough one to swallow! Girls did
not play sports, were quiet in public places, polite, courteous, and dressed
like a lady. And heaven knows... only racy women would wear black. I
kid you not! I was raised to not wear black! Let me clarify that... not
wear a black dressy dress. Phew! For a minute there, I almost had you
believing that I would not wear my black turtleneck with my yellow plaid, kilt
skirt with black tights. Loved that outfit! Copied it out of Seventeen
Magazine! I digress... sorry!
Next scene to present to you was when I was a young, married woman about
27 years of age. Did I dare??? Yes, I did! I bought a dressy black dress for
a business dinner. I was feeling a bit naughty. And I couldn't wait to show
my best girlfriend. I led her into the bedroom, straight to the closet. Open
the door to present my "mature, coming-of-age" black dress. You should
have seen the expression in her eyes. And now that I think back it causes
me to shake my head and just laugh. It was long-sleeved, buttoned up
to the neck and down to the knees. Oh, yeah! Get out the handcuffs and
arrest me now for indecent exposure!! That was my first foray into black.
And nail polish. I've always been a "Kennebunkport" (by OPI) kinda
girl. Classic blue-red polish. For a long time that was what I wore. Would a
New England girl choose anything else? YES!!!! I DID!! Just last weekend!!!
I am now sporting "Howl" in the Wilde Collection. Don't you just love that
name? For a lot of you, this is just amateur stuff. Wading in the kiddie
pool. But my life is all about baby steps and I've just taken one more. Or
let's say I've added to it. I also sport a rockin' leather cuff with metal
buckle and a ring that my middle son called "being one with Ozzie Osborne".
Yea, man, I'm rockin' it and age has nothing to do with it.
(Now back to our regular programming as I head out to Lord&Taylor's to
search for a sensible pair of dress shoes that won't kill my feet!!!)