Thursday, February 28, 2008

in the back of Momma's closet...


I think my obsession for them started very early in life. My parents were young when I was born and couples still do a lot of socializing in their twenties. When it was appropriate, I was brought along. It was the 60's and everyone seemed carefree and cool with their teased hair, cigarettes and high heels...pumps my generation called them, now they are stilettos. A really good shoe style remains fabulous whatever their name or decade and I enjoyed sitting there sipping my Shirley Temple and oogling all the ladies shoes.


My mother's high heels were magical to me, 3 pairs stick out in my memory the most. There was the predictable steady classic black ones, but my mothers were special and made of smooth velvet. The curve at the top dipped ever so promiscuously, showing what we will call 'toe cleavage' and they were decorated with two thin strips of braided black satin that swept across the top of your foot from one corner to the other. Inside, they were silver and this fascinated me because I understood that once the shoes were on, no one knew except you, that your feet were wrapped in much more than fine material.


The second pair were Kelly Green. My mothers favorite color is green and I always wondered if that was why she had them. The first time I saw them on her feet, I thought that nothing else could be more beautiful. She was all dressed up to go out, she sat down, crossed her legs and your eyes had to go straight to those green shoes. Mom made her statement.


The last pair were so extravagant all covered with a specially made silver glitter. They felt scratchy if your feet accidentally rubbed while you walked. Were they dancing shoes?... or perhaps for a close friends wedding? I pictured her dancing in them and catching the lights with her steps.


What mom was told more recently, was that I used to play with them all the time when she was gone. My favorites were the black ones by far. I was too young to understand that they were very sexy shoes, for that time, but I do remember how they made me feel when I had them on.


So, that is when the shoe bug bit me and they transformed from being useful and practical, into something that I invested my feelings into. I sure wished mom still had those black high heals...I think we could both use a night or two out wearing them.

6 Comments:

Blogger Shaz said...

They sound gorgeous I looove shoes too i think I would of been a boy if it wasnt for those luscious shoes lol

2:44 AM  
Blogger LEstes65 said...

I looooooove shoes. But never gave in to the actual purchase of many. It probably helps that I have very short and VERY wide feet. When I find a shoe I like that fits, it's rare. That has probably saved my bank account.

The other joke is that, being part Filippino, people lare surprised that I don't have a whole closet full of shoes. That's only funny to people who remember Imelda.

10:39 AM  
Blogger Wanda said...

Oh Dar ~ ~ ~ Your shoes were the first thing I notices about you went I met you. You always have the most darling shoes, and the cutest feet to go in them.

Do all little girls love to play with momma shoes? Unfortunately, my mom's weren't so sexy!!

Love this story... Wonderful!!
Wanda Mom

2:36 PM  
Blogger dreamergirl said...

i can't remember that my mom let me play with her shoes. my grandmother did though. i have the cutest pictures of my 3 year old self wearing my grandma's high heels :D

have a great weekend!!

love you
xox
sil

2:48 PM  
Blogger Mary Timme said...

Oh, I know What you mean! I was struck with stilletoes when I was a teen and clomped around in my mom's shoes every chance I got. I loved them. One of the most diffi cult days of my life was not wearing them because my feet hurt for so long after even half an hour of wearing them and I can't even walk well. It was a black day. I still love a good shoe. My favorite were a pump of six different colors of leather with 'toe clevage' and a very high heel. I wore them with a royal blue line look skirt, white or pink blouse and a collar-less raspberry pink duster jacket. Cool then!

2:21 PM  
Anonymous amy said...

i've never been a girly shoe person but i love the memories that you have wrapped up in each glamourous pair. hope you're feeling ok. take care.

6:43 PM  

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