Heels

Emma and I were antsy on Sunday so we headed to the Gem & Lapidary Wholesalers show at the Ramada in Bloomington. We had just about arrived when I realized I'd left my resale certificate at home; we were too far away to turn around. We went in anyway to see if we could sneak in, but no doing. It was strange; I was amazed at the crazy feeling I had inside. Like a shaking, nervous, bead lust junkie. I mean, I really don't need any more beads, right? And chances are I wouldn't have bought much. But I had this overwhelming feeling to see them, you know? Touch them. Check prices and colors and styles, and possibly run into a friend or two along the way. I scared myself a little bit just then. Talk about an addiction.

It was good I had Emma along. She looked at me and said, "Well, Mom, that was a bust, but I can see the Mall of America from here and my allowance is burning a hole in my pocket." This is why I have kids--they help pull me from the clouds and remember to live here...now. The ultimate resilience. And Emma is a particular master at resilience.


So we headed over to the MOA and did one of our favorite things--play dress up. At H&M we tried on all kinds of crazy outfits and Emma ended up buying herself a pair of black and white plaid pants. I found a flaired black skirt (with peekaboo taffeta!) that I plan on wearing to my niece's wedding. Then it was off to DSW--my nirvana. Emma tried on every pair of hootchie mama shoes she could find, then settled on a pair of really cute Converse she wants wrapped up for her birthday in a couple weeks.


I haven't worn heels for years. The Double Bunionectomy of 1983 put a stop to that. But I found some in the store's clearance room that actually feel good! They'll look great with my new skirt and that day they were perfect retail therapy for my bead show DTs.