Something that seems absolutely mundane to the average person, was utterly fascinating for me at the age of eight: shoes. However I wasn’t interested by just any regular shoes. I was only interested in my mother’s shoes.
I vividly remember my mother leaving one day for work and me sneaking into her closet to try on her various shoes. She had a small rack full of sandals and heels, all of which I was mesmerized by. Giggling in excitement, I would take them off the rack and try them on one by one. My favorite one was a pair of silver heels. They seemed very simple, but I loved how in the right light, little rainbows would reflect across it’s surface. The shoes sort of reminded me of Cinderella's glass slippers and when I put them on I felt like a princess. Obviously they were too large for my feet, but I didn’t seem to care or even notice. Once I pulled the heels on, I would waddle to the full-length mirror in the bathroom being very careful not to fall. Then I would just stand there and examine myself in my L.L. Bean pajamas, pigtails, and most importantly the shoes. I …show more content…
I asked my mom if I could borrow a pair of her shoes because by then we were the same size (7 in womens). As I went through her collection I found the forgotten pair of heels I had fallen in love with so long ago. As a stared at it, I realized the heels looked smaller then I remembered. I realized the shoes were less fragile then I remembered. It seemed that over the years they had transformed from something untouchable and unreal in my mind into something tangible. Something that I could possibly wear to my seventh grade dance. Once at the school dance, I ended up taking the shoes off halfway through because of the blisters I had developed from wearing them. It seemed that I enjoyed fantasizing about the shoes more than actually putting them on my
I vividly remember my mother leaving one day for work and me sneaking into her closet to try on her various shoes. She had a small rack full of sandals and heels, all of which I was mesmerized by. Giggling in excitement, I would take them off the rack and try them on one by one. My favorite one was a pair of silver heels. They seemed very simple, but I loved how in the right light, little rainbows would reflect across it’s surface. The shoes sort of reminded me of Cinderella's glass slippers and when I put them on I felt like a princess. Obviously they were too large for my feet, but I didn’t seem to care or even notice. Once I pulled the heels on, I would waddle to the full-length mirror in the bathroom being very careful not to fall. Then I would just stand there and examine myself in my L.L. Bean pajamas, pigtails, and most importantly the shoes. I …show more content…
I asked my mom if I could borrow a pair of her shoes because by then we were the same size (7 in womens). As I went through her collection I found the forgotten pair of heels I had fallen in love with so long ago. As a stared at it, I realized the heels looked smaller then I remembered. I realized the shoes were less fragile then I remembered. It seemed that over the years they had transformed from something untouchable and unreal in my mind into something tangible. Something that I could possibly wear to my seventh grade dance. Once at the school dance, I ended up taking the shoes off halfway through because of the blisters I had developed from wearing them. It seemed that I enjoyed fantasizing about the shoes more than actually putting them on my