This is a post about shoes that gave hope. I’m not talking about the kind of shoes that give a pair to kids in third world countries (as great as those are)…no, I’m talking about the kind of shoes that give a 10 months pregnant lady hope.
But first before you get to thinking that I’m trying become a fashion blogger, let me just clear that up for you…no. That’s laughable. That is, unless you’re a company that specializes in stretchy yoga pants and spit-up colored nursing shirts…then hi there! You’ll find my contact info at the top of the page.
Anyway, I’m so far from a fashionista these days (or ever?), but I love love love shoes. Every season, I’m overcome by this instinctive drive to find THE pair of (winter, spring, summer, fall) shoes. My husband actually started a rule that for every pair of shoes I buy, I have to get rid of an old pair. As much of a goody two-shoes (see what I did there?) that I am, I’ve definitely been a rule breaker in this area. I’ve gotten rid of, ummm, maybe 1 pair. I just love me a good, comfortable, multi-use pair of shoes.
Notice the word that’s missing in there? Fashionable? I’m generally all about comfort. Sure, I’d prefer them to be cute (I’m not quite ready for granny orthotics yet), but I tend to stick to good “mommy” shoes. Toms, Danskos, Tevas…you know, shoes I can wear with a baby strapped to my chest without fear of toppling over. I don’t think I’ve worn heels in 3 or 4 years.
So how did I end up with these beauties?
Let me tell you how. I was 10 months pregnant and feeling like a sloppy, frumpy, waddling mess.
I had outgrown all of my shoes, the only pants that fit were my running shorts, and my shirts…well bare midriffs are back in style, right? Oh, not for pregnant ladies? darn. (Sidenote: If you ever want to buy a pair of shoes without worrying about what your hubby will say, buy them when you’re reaallly overdue…sweet man didn’t even bat an eye at my impulse purchase)
Anyway, I was out shopping with my mom, doing everything I could to take my mind off the fact that I was STILL pregnant, when I saw these gorgeous shoes and decided I had to have them. Now, I’m not much of an impulse buyer, but these shoes represented HOPE y’all. Nevermind that they didn’t fit my swollen preggo feet, I knew that someday they would and that was enough. Someday, I would no longer be 10 months pregnant. In fact, I’d be hitting up mommy and me playdates making an entrance in these shoes. All heads would turn to admire me in my pre-pregnancy skinny jeans, a shirt that can’t, in fact, stretch over a beach ball, and perfectly coiffed hair. Right?
Ok, the reality is that I haven’t actually been to (much less admired at) any playdates since before Elle was born…8 weeks ago. And the shoes never ended up fitting…I had to exchange them for a bigger size. Womp womp pregnancy feet. I DID, however, get to wear them to a neighborhood Christmas party, (at least the 45 minutes that I was there). But my jeans? They were maternity jeans (seriously, who needs zippers) and my shirt could definitely fit a beach ball underneath…but let’s just pretend it was one of those fashionable over sized sweaters everyone is wearing nowadays. Oh, and my hair? It didn’t have any spit-up in it…that’s gotta count for something right?
But there’s HOPE y’all. Someday I’ll start socializing again. Someday I’ll have cute hair again. Someday…well I’ll probably still wear maternity jeans, because they’re just so much more comfy (seriously, why the zippers?!) And that’s what these shoes are all about — HOPE (Don’t you feel moved and inspired now? My writing does that to people sometimes.)
(Also, I feel like I need to mention that these are Dr. Scholl’s shoes…probably one of the leading brands of orthotics. Some things don’t change.)