Because I wear a prosthesis on my left leg and have a somewhat goofed up right foot, my whole life I've hated shoe shopping. In fact, my mother used to refuse to go shoe shopping with me because I'd end up standing in the middle of the store in tears - frustrated and sad because I couldn't find anything pretty that I could wear. I've since given up trying to be fashionable. I opt for simple, comfortable and reasonably attractive - and live vicariously through my friends.
But today, while getting ready for a cousin's graduation party, I made a decision. I put on the shirt I wore to the Indy Blog Meet, khaki pants...and black and white sneakers. "Hmm. This could work, I guess. Kind of quirky. I can get away with quirky."
I asked Mike for his opinion. "How do I look?"
"You look hot, " he answered, without even looking at me. (He always says that.)
"No, look. My outfit. Is it okay?"
"Yes, your outfit is fine." He looked at me this time.
"What about the shoes?"
He considered a moment and said, "I like the shoes - they give you a cuteness."
So while I'll probably always hold out a small hope for that miracle pair of pretty shoes, I've decided to be happy with quirky and cute.