Oh the love of heels! It was love at first step when I pulled on my first pair of what I like to call "Hooker Boots". The slender spiked heel made me feel more than tall. It was the ultimate femme fatale.
Soon, my entire collection of footwear sported a heel. Whether it was stiletto or wedge, didn't matter. I wore it. I could spend the entire day shopping perched precariously atop any type of high heel. For those who know me, this was a bit against my nature. I have never been a fashionista nor all that 'girly'. So what possessed to me to became so attached to heels? I think it was one way I could feel dressed up, while hauling babies, toddler's all while being pregnant. Having five children in five years has a way of making you feel a bit like a sleep deprived hermit. I could just be running to the grocery store for diapers, but put on my hooker boots under my jeans and I might as well be going down the red carpet! I was alive! (just a tad pathetic I know).
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and my love affair with heels has hit a rough patch. My back has now decided to place an irreversible blow to my heeled paradise. I began to have back pain like we all do, but soon it grew to be more than just a back ache. After visiting with Doctors, enjoying rendezvous with various imaging machines, and multiple types of injections, the results were in and I quote, "Your facets just look absolutely gnarly" and "If I were to just look at the results I would assume we were discussing a fifty to sixty year old woman." (I assure you, I am nowhere near that age)
So, this winter I did what I had not done in over thirteen years. I bought FLAT completely reasonable boots. And then I cried. (Ok, not really, but I was really sad to walk by all those gorgeous hooker boots)
I'll admit, my feet absolutely LOVE their new, soft, warm home in these boots. But every time I go to my closet, my heels sit looking so lonely and forgotten. And on Sunday I splurge a little and put on some heels. Then they are the first thing I rip off with a sigh the moment I get home. So, to my dear heels, this is farewell. Our love was just never meant to be.