“I don’t know who invented high heels, but all women owe him a lot.”
- Marilyn Monroe
I used to love me some high heels. Being 4'11, they were my friend, my partner in crime. But now, since the monster I totally lean to the more practical, sensible shoe. How boring right. My heart sighs a little when I look at my shoe closet. I think they are mocking me as well. "and you thought having a baby wouldn't change you", "whats next, mom jeans?"
Oh how I cringe. I don't want to lose my love for fashion and replace it with it comfort. But having to get rid of a nice shirt because I've stained it with baby mush or milk doesn't give me a warm feeling either.
Well I think once Max is a little older I will slowly bring out the fun shoes. Maybe? Maybe Max will appreciate my sense of style and encourage me to dress up? Inspire me? Maybe?
But for now, he just puts my shoes in his mouth. Good thing they are just flip flops.