Big city comfortable shoes

December 29th, 2008

Being a big city girl, from Canada, I was absolutely taken aback when I first moved to Indiana. It didn’t take long for me to notice that almost no-one wears stylish, high heeled shoes around here. And those who do are apparently not appreciated for their sense of style. Rather, they’re seen as frivolous and flashy. And not in a good way. I was in the country now, and I was surrounded by sensible Mennonites. I never got compliments on my colorful shoes anymore. I got sideways-glancing looks of disapproval.To say I stuck out like a sore thumb in the red suede stilettos with the brass grommets that I like to wear with my distressed jeans is a gross understatement. Suddenly, dismayed to find there was nowhere to wear all my fun and fabulous shoes, I packed them up (along with my single girl outfits) and my sassy, single girl attitude. I wasn’t a single girl who could spend half her paycheck if she wanted to on handbags and shoes anymore. I was married. Thoroughly married. To a wonderful man who appreciates the wisdom and earthy virtues of the “comfortable shoe-wearing woman.”

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