By Staff
I remember when I was knee-high and shopping with my mom I would always try on the high heels she put back on the rack. I would squeeze my eyes really tight and imagine what it would be like when I got older and could wear such sophisticated, classy high heels.
I would beg my mom to buy the shoes for me – even though they nowhere fit my foot. She would pat me on my head and say 'One day punkin'
Now I'm old enough and I have a closet full of high heels. My co-workers make fun of me sometimes because I walk around barefoot around the office. It's not that my feet are hurting rather, I'm a Southern girl and that's what we do – go barefoot.
I always get the same curious question from men eyeing my pointy heels. I particularly remember a time when a cross-eyed man was sitting in a chair paying for a classified at my last job. He focused in on my heels and quietly asked me 'Ma'am, how do you get around in those things?' I retorted with the same remark a woman I worked with at The Limited always said.
'Very carefully,' I replied with a smile and a wink.
I got a phone call from my mom about a couple of months ago. She and my daddy were out of town and she had dragged the poor man out shopping. She called to tell me that she had found the cutest pair of black and white heels and they had my name written all over it.
No I no longer have to squeeze my eyes tight to see what I would look like with the shoes I always wanted. I have a closet full of them.
Mary-Allison Lancaster can be reached at mlancaster@brewtonstandard.com or 251.867.4876.