Shoe Nostalgia

“A shoe show? You are going to a fashion show just for shoes?”  my son asked.

As I stood in my closet, he continued to pummel me with questions: “are the people naked except for their shoes? Why would you want to go to a shoe show?”

“Yes, I am going to a fashion show for shoes, no, the people on the runway will not be naked and I want to go because I like to do these girly things once in awhile, the same way that you boys like to go fishing and play baseball,” I said.

And, with a resounding, “whatever,” he turned and walked out the door.

I was headed to a Hello Stiletto fashion show at Copley Square with a friend that I used to work with downtown. I don’t get to see her that much these days; she is still downtown, living up her (new) single life and I now live 45 minutes west of the city in a nice little suburb, perfect for families with children.

When I received the email from Hello Stiletto about an upcoming fashion show at Copley Place, I could not wait to give her a call. Hello Stiletto is “A free social club for shoe lovers.” They host events that allow you to wear your funkiest, most favorite shoes – the ones that are not made for grocery store runs or carpooling. She and I are both “shoe lovers.” Days in the office where she and I worked often began with, “OK, so which ones are you wearing today?” There was a slight tilt of the ankle for a profile view and a quick description and reason for choosing the particular shoe du jour, only then could work begin.

As I stood there reminiscing about our office catwalk, I glanced over at a pair of Naughty Monkeys. No, not some x-rated toy, but rather a pair of black and white stiletto shoes with a very bold, girly pattern. They were a pair of those; “I don’t care I just have to have them” shoes that just call out to you. Luckily, they were pretty reasonable, maybe even on sale. I don’t know, but I do remember how quickly I fell for them sitting there on the shelf – and how excited I was to walk into work the next day.  With that giddy feeling in my stomach I decided to wear my Naughty Monkeys, it was like they spoke to me all over again.

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