High Heels and Ear Infections


I don't know who invented high heels,
but all women owe him a lot. 
- Marilyn Monroe
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I know...I know, the photo is bad but let's say it is my way of protecting the "innocent."  Perhaps it is the fact I'm a year older.  Perhaps it's because it was 33 degrees outside.  Perhaps it was because I was tired, hungry and had a screaming child in the back.  My guess is, it was actually all of them.  However, I found myself mildly amused, while sitting in the pharmacy drive thru tonight waiting to get medication for Malea's ear infection, at the young woman who passed.  Short skirt, puffy and somewhat furry coat, VERY high heels...and going to Hy-Vee.  Really?  So amused, and maybe mildly possessed, I snapped this quick photo. 

Any mother would agree that children, jobs and everyday stress change things.  Obviously, the three of those have caused me to give up my heels for the more comfortable of options.  If you'd asked me 20 years ago, I would have assured you I would have a closet that would rival Carrie Bradshaw, where I would refer to my shoes like they are my best friends. 

"There you are Jimmy Choo!" 

"Ooh, aren't you beautiful Manolo."

Possibly in my younger, less responsible years, I would have randomly gone to the grocery store in the dead of winter wearing heels.  Tonight, I found myself in my SUV with the seat warmer that has started burning my cheeks (and not the ones on my face), in sweatpants and my Champion reverse weave sweatshirt with holes in the wrist area because it is so old and...here's the best part...my ever practical Uggs.  Then, it hit me.  I wrote this story long ago when I traded my Louboutins for a mortgage.  Jimmy Choo certainly doesn't pay for daycare.  And while Manolo Blahnik is a fun name to say, I can't feed my children from a beautiful leopard print sling back. 

So, to my photographed friend in fashion in the Hy-Vee parking lot I say "You Go Girl" at least until you trade your heels for a responsible flat and find yourself photographing a perfect stranger while your child with an ear infection is screaming in the back.  

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