I know, I know, I have talked about purses in my blog. Yes, it’s shallow but still fun, right? However, I never spoke about My First Pair of Fancy Shoes. When my mom passed away in February 2020 my father and I had the hard task of going through all her clothes and belongings. And I found a surprising revelation.
I’m not sure where I got this desire to have designer anything; my mom was not into these kinds of purses and thought it was a big waste of money. (True Words)
Wow Mom, Who Knew about ALL Your Shoes!
But! Unbeknownst to me, my mom loved Designer Shoes. I can’t even count how many Ferragamo heels I found. Unfortunately, mom’s foot was size 7, and mine is size 10. Damn!
I saved a few pairs for my 4-year-old princess granddaughter, Noa, who is already showing signs of wanting glitzy shoes, clothes, purses, and all sparkly stuff. Ironically, my daughter, Noa’s mother, has no interest in any of that!
Finding Mom’s shoes brought back a memory of Mom and I shopping at Salvador Ferragamo back in the 80’s and getting my first pair of fancy shoes.
They look like brown bowling shoes, very slim and non-descriptive. No SF initials blaring from the soulless heel. To the naked eyes, they just look like a nice brown leather sneaker.
But I loved the shoes. And I wore them often. They never seemed to age.
Last week I was talking to a friend about footwear, and remembered the brown bowling shoes and wondered where I stored the almost forgotten sneakers. I bought them 3 moves ago and questioned if they made the cut.
I didn’t have to go farther than my closet to find the sneakers, hanging out, waiting for me to tap them on the heel and take them for a walk. Like Cinderella’s glass slippers, they fit perfectly!
Still in pristine condition. Maybe there is something about designer shoes, purses and longevity. And if I divide the outrageous price by number of years of wear you’re actually getting a bargain.
Case in point is a Gucci Purse my mother-in-law left to me when she passed away too young. I always cherished my MIL ,Rita. When I use her purse, I think of her and all the love she had for our family. Her purse is over 50 years old! I wished I looked this good when I was 50! It still looks brand new. ( me not so much)
The shoes bring me back to a beautiful time when my mom and I went on a carefree shopping trip and she splurged and bought me my first pair of designer shoes.
During this stressful period of life, where the news of war, hate and scary politics are blaring from every source. It felt good to have a loving memory of Mom and my first pair of ritzy shoes. It’s OK to think of other things, Thanks, Mom.
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