High Heels

I put on a pair of high heels last night.  A pair of of vintage Ferragamo T straps that were easily over 30 years old, definitely predating motherhood. It seemed like a proper occasion--a fundraiser in New York for Seeds of Peace, our neighbor in Maine.  I wasn't planning to do too much walking--taxi to the train, transfer to the subway, short one block walk to the event--so I thought why not.  They still fit and they do make my legs look good.  By the end of the evening, I was desperate to sit down.  I walked slowly and carefully back to the subway, onto the to train station, out to a taxi and home.  Those shoes were off the minute I hit the elevator. Those shoes are now resting comfortably on a top shelf in my closet.  Who knows when they will see the light of day again.