Happy Feet!

     I am no more than five feet tall, on a good day. I have no delusions of grandeur, and therefore am content to wear flats as my footwear of choice. And if I am being truthful here, very few heels are truly wearable.   There are times when I wonder if I am being overlooked; in a crowded Starbucks or waiting in line at the DMV.  Do I wish I was taller? It is not particularly high on my list. There are more important things in life to wish for. However, I do obsessively follow definite rules when shopping. As my friends like to chide me, "You sure have an awfully hard time buying shoes!" Yes, because I cling to the belief that in a perfect world, style and comfort are not mutually exclusive. Today I put on shoes that were purchased months ago, tucked into the recesses of my closet. It has become a habit of mine to let new footwear take up residence for a while, allowing me the pleasure of imagining their perfection before the inevitable occurs. I am not sure what happens between the time you find yourself contentedly strutting around the women's shoe department, admiring your latest conquest, to the moment you bring them home, (think swimsuit shopping), but they rarely feel or look quite the same as in the warm glow of the store lights. This morning I stood before my bathroom mirror in three inch woven platform shoes and thought out loud, "Darn, these look good...hmm...and comfortable!"
     I wore them all day and would be lying if I did not admit that I was not only taller, but beaming with invincible confidence. Walking into Starbucks, eye to eye with the barista, he asked me for my order before my turn. Not wanting to be rude, I gestured to the "shorter" people in front of me. They smiled, silently appreciative, and I smiled back with a knowing nod.  A few extra inches now and then ain't so bad!