I think we get more brave as we get older. More confident. More secure in our own skin. I know I have.
The other night I posted this photo on instagram and twitter.
I'm wearing that "cramazing" (crazy & amazing make one word!) shoe and its mate to a shindig this weekend for Tim's company. While perusing the vast shoe selection at the local department store I would have NEVER picked out these shoes. But another woman was trying them on and going on and on about how they were actually comfortable and I saw how they made her legs look about 5 miles long and I said to myself, "What the heck!"
We ended up bonding over this shoe. Me and a beautiful stranger. And we both bought a pair. United in shoes and I didn't even get her name. Such a shame.
Anyway, me and my hot shoes are gonna rock it on Saturday night, I guarantee it! :)
(That's also code for" please pray that i do not trip and make a fool of myself in front of my husband's new boss". k, thanks.)
P.S. PLEASE visit me over at Jamie's place, Chosen Chaos, where I have written a letter to my 18-year old self, who I am pretty sure would not have had the confidence to really wear these shoes... you know?