Today, I cried...

...over shoes. Yes, you heard me right. Today, I cried over shoes. Ridiculous, right? Ehhh, maybe so. It isn't like a few months ago when the perfect Marciano black-and-white stilettos turned up at Nordstom Rack the day before payday. Do you think they were there the next day when I went back to get them? Of course not! Talk about non-buyer's remorse! No, this was much different.

Over the last few years I've developed a penchant for high heels. Stilettos, wedges, platforms, you name it. I like them in colors, unique prints, a pair for every outfit. Maybe it is because I am only 5'4 and wearing heels makes me feel "normal-sized". Or perhaps it is because I found that I could actually walk in them! There's something about putting on a dress and heels that just...well, it just makes me feel better.

So here I am today, working in my closet, trying to organize a little better to make room for my new shoes. New heels? Ummm, no. Because of my torn ACL and impending doom, I mean surgery, I can't wear heels for at least a year. In order to make room for my new flats, I moved all my heels up to the top of my closet.

Initially I felt relief at cleaning up my cluttered closet, but then I realized that I was packing away something I love. I never realized how much I equated heels with my femininity. I felt as though I was packing away everything that made me a woman. As I sat on the floor of my closet, separating my shoes and crying, I came to a realization. I know what you're probably thinking. I realized that shoes don't make the woman, right? That I can still be sexy and feminine in flats? Heck no! I realized that no matter what, I'm destined to live the next year in flat shoes at 5'4 and there isn't a darn thing I can do about it except buy some new shoes. So here is the start of my new shoe collection...