If the Shoe Fits, Wear It

Michaela wishes that this were true...that if a shoe fit her foot, she could wear it. One day, when she is in charge of her own feet, she can buy leopard print high heel booties. (Instead of "heel" there, I accidentally wrote "hell"...which is just what it would be if those shoes were on my feet.)

In case you don't know, those low cut boots, or ankle boots, are also known as booties. This used to be a word for soft, knitted baby shoes, stolen goods, or a substitute for the word "bottom." Is it really possible for such a thing to exist, though...an ankle boot? Wouldn't that just be a shoe? Maybe it's just me...

I found these cute little Mary Janes (who doesn't love a Mary Jane?!)  

but Michaela had discovered something with a little more...pop?

With a little more color, anyway.

I told her no regarding the cute pink heels with the flower. She was undaunted. Maybe, she thought, Mom will go for blue...she loves blue!

She managed not only to get both of these shoes on her feet, but to walk around the store in them.

In spite of her skillz, and the total fashion statement that these shoes would make, I had to say no to them also.

She remained dogged in her pursuit of the perfect shoes; where could we find common ground, that happy medium? Maybe it was the peep toes that made the previous pair unacceptable. 

Mom still said no. 

Michaela finally abandoned the three or six inch heels, and tried to convince me that the gladiator sandals were the shoes for her. While I have to say that this particular sandal is my favorite of the gladiator style that I have seen (Seriously? Who thought that ladies would want to wear sandals styled after the footwear of men who fought to the death for the entertainment of others?), as it is the least, well, gladiatory. I like strappy.

But this was still just a bit too sophisticated for an eleven-year-old. Even if her feet are as big as her mother's. 

So, what was the compromise? Where did we find that happy middle ground, where both of us were content with her choices? 

Black low-tops (also low heel) 

and flats for dressier occasions.

One thing is for sure: this girl did not inherit my feet (which were angry at me just for looking at the shoes she was trying on). And since she ended up with two pairs of black shoes, I'll still be on the lookout for something a little more colorful for her this fall. That way she won't always look at her shoes and feel as though she is at an everlasting funeral for her colorful, happy shoe dreams. Maybe we'll find something rainbow striped...

Comments

[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

Oh my goodness. Faith is exactly like that about heels. We can't walk through a shoe store without dramatic begging!

[Missy]

I love the happy mediums! I found a great pair of converse high-tops that were gray with white polka dots last year. Great shoes! I had to giggle at the pink heels. Isn't that just so very "Are You There God? It's Me Margaret" of your daughter's age? It's hard to believe I was every young enough to try to these very same things out on my own dear mother. :)