As you know if you read my blog I am all about celebrating ABUNDANCE! So when life tells you that you can’t have something – like gluten – then you better find something that you can have.
Let me just say I love shoes. I love everything about them. The way they are constructed, the way heels sound clicking on marble flooring, the way high heels give you that sexy little something extra to your walk, they way that the right pair of shoes literally calls out across the store or across the city or across the ocean to you, pleading with you “take me home!”
I once spent 5 months tracking down a pair of size 7 1/2 Stuart Weitzman, Red Quasar patent leather, 4 inch heels called Sensual. I had every Norsdtrom, Nieman Marcus and Saks in the country called. I called every Stuart Weitzman store, I called the factory! Finally, Zappos.com came through for me.
I love those shoes! Along with my Manolo Blanhnik brown leather pony boots with the lace up the back and my Bally Black & White Spectator Pumps from the early 80′s they are probably one of my top three favorite pairs of shoes. (Speaking of the Black & White Bally Spectator Pumps, what do you think it means when your hip 20 something daughter-in-law says that your “vintage” shoes are really cool and wonders where you found them and the answer is “in my closet”?)
Shoes are more than just wearable art. They have magical powers. They posses the power to transform you. They make you taller, slimmer, sexier, more confident and somehow even a little smarter. No matter how bleak life seems, shoe shopping can restore your will to live.
I have a nice collection of shoes. I have spent more money on shoes than on any single car I have ever owned.
But here’s the thing. Since I moved to no-wheres-ville on the west coast of Florida all I ever wear anymore are flip flops. The only thing that saved my feet from morphing into something that could no longer comfortably wear essentially uncomfortable shoes was winter when you just can’t be running around in flip flops.
Last year however, during the one and a half days of winter we get here, I succumbed to the unimaginable – I wore Uggs! Oh so warm, oh so comfy but oh so bad for maintaining high heel, high style footwear shaping to your feet.
On the last three occasions I have had to wear real shoes, I have come home with open, gaping, oozing sores on my toes and heels. My feet are desperately out of shape. It’s more than sad really, it’s pathetic. I currently own two pair of darling Kate Spade black satin pumps I have never even worn!
Somehow, I just don’t get the same thrill buying pink J. Crew flip flops as I do with the Manolo Blahniks or the Jimmy Choos. I seriously think this situation needs to be remedied.
I have been thinking about how Julia Child whipped up French delights in her kitchen wearing pearls. And I have been thinking it is time for me to start whipping up gluten free delights in my kitchen wearing high heels.
My feet might complain but I’m guessing my hubby won’t!
A Paradox or a Pair of Flip Flops – Simply Gluten Free
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