Shoes

While doing some returns at my store TJ Max, my eye caught a fabulous pair of silver flats on sale--a smoking deal! I tried them on. Feeling a little like Cinderella I was a flutter when I realized they fit perfectly. Ah, the joy of a new pair of shoes--I've wanted silver ones for a while but couldn't find the perfect ones. Upon arriving home with my treasures I began the examination process. You know, when you really look at your new purchase. I tried them on and gazed at their cuteness in the mirror. I even tried on a few outfits with them and oh, the possibilities. As I took them off I glanced at the inside label and was horrified! The brand name was Naturalizer! How could that be possible? I don't wear Naturalizer shoes--that's the brand my Mom has always worn. I remember searching for shoes at department stores with Mom as a child. She had long, narrow feet with a high arch and really had a hard time finding shoes that fit and were comfortable. She was drawn to the Naturalizer brand because they somehow worked for her strangely shaped feet. We knew we had found the Mother Lode when a cute pair of Naturalizers were found. I, on the other hand was never drawn to that brand. They just were not my style--seemed a little matronly to me. Don't get me wrong. My mother is a super classy lady and has always dressed very nice and is always put together. She's just a little more conservative than I am. Now I find myself questioning my shoe purchase. Have a become my Mother finally or has Naturalizer changed their style to fit mine? Am I just getting old and matronly? I've been thinking about this change of events with grave concern. It would be silly just to return them because of the stigma I have attached to their label. So...what was I to do? I stepped out of my comfort zone, embraced my matronly season in life and wore my funky new shoes last Saturday, feeling pretty cool and hip--I'm so loving my Naturalizers!