Years ago girls looked forward to getting their first pairs of high-heeled shoes when they turned 16 or 18. It was a "rite of passage" to womanhood, a much-anticipated event. As the years have passed, our girls have been pulled from girlhood to womanhood much more rapidly than before. We now have 8-year-olds dressing like teenie-boppers and 6-year-olds dressing like Brittney Spears. A girl's first pair of high-heeled shoes isn't as big a deal now. 14-year-olds started wearing high-heels, then 12-year-olds, now 8-year-olds. (This post has nothing to do with whether or not this is a problem.) The point is that all women (and girls) want high-heeled shoes, it seems.
You see, I've always been tall for my age - which has its definite advantages, I might add! I'm not complaining about my height; in fact, I quite like it. I was thrilled when I passed my mom up in height - somersaults, fireworks, block party :).
The point being, I'm already tall enough. I stopped growing when I was about 15 after topping 5'9". I don't need extra height. I already feel like I dwarf other people; I'm taller than my mother, my sister, my grandmothers, my aunts, my cousins, and all my (female) friends. So when I buy shoes for my extra-large feet, I avoid heels like the plague.
Let's face it. Five feet and nine+ inches of towering klutz is just not a good mix with heels. I'm not as klutzy as I once was, but I'm no graceful ballerina, either. With heels, I would just get taller and clumsier. So I've resisted heels at all costs. I might add that it is exceptionally hard to find size 10 1/2 wide shoes that do not have heels. I hate shopping for shoes, but I digress. . .
Now for the confession: I just bought my first pair of high-heels.
I know, I know, I finally caved in and succumbed to peer pressure. Sort of. Well, not really.
Actually they're for my friend's wedding. Being a bridesmaid comes with certain responsibilities; one of them is evidently to wear high-heels. I write this good-naturedly :). Lydia is so wonderful not to require really tall high-heels; these ones are only about 1.5 or 2 inches and they are wider heels as opposed to "toothpick heels." All in all, not that bad; I just love to dramatize. . .
So today, for the sake of a long-time friendship, I participated in one "rite of passage" to womanhood that I have long been resisting. I bought high-heels. *sigh* It had to happen one day, I suppose.
I have already made a disclaimer to Lydia that if her maid-of-honor trips and falls flat on her face walking down the aisle, she has been forewarned :). Pray for me on March 18. All my attention is going to be on making it down that aisle and back without stumbling. And Lydia thinks she'll be nervous that day. Ha!
Meanwhile, I'm going to be doing a lot of practice around the house :). I've already been tottering around and I feel like Treebeard: tall and bumbling. I just need a few hobbits to sit on my shoulders. Volunteers, anyone?