As I was wandering the mall on Saturday, I came across some adorable flats. I tried them on at Black Chandelier (cute apparel, too, but utterly over-priced) and knew I wanted to add them to my shoe collection. This pair could perhaps be my summer go-to shoe. A shoe that I could wear with lots of different outfits, but still seem incredibly new. (I do believe ‘Marie Antoinette’ influenced me, since I had just finished watching it.)
I try them on; Jeff also approves … But, the store only has a 7.5 or an 8, and I need a 7. Dismally, I leave the store, but venture over to Nordstrom to see if they’ve got this perfect shoe in my size.
I survey the merchandise, and spot the shoe! but, not in the colors I want. I think about the black/pink variety then the blue/red, and still think it would be a great shoe, but know it’s only the navy/mustard color I really want. I look down and see a girl trying on the shoe in that exact color… I ask her what size she’s got. (Who knows, she may leave them behind, and I could snatch them up.) A salesman approaches, and says, “What size are you looking for?” He then brings me the shoe in a size 7. Success!
Ready to purchase the shoes, I look back at the girl trying on the same shoes I’m ready to buy. As she smiles at me, I notice her braces. Her mom is sitting with her trying on the shoes in all 3 colors. Her mom tells me, “We can’t decide which color to buy.” First, I think, this girl must only be 14. Secondly I think, do I want a 14 year-old to have the exact shoes as me?! Jeff elbows me, and I suggest the navy/mustard color, since there seems to be more to wear with them. I smile and say, good luck.
I slowly approach the counter and think: I like the same shoes as a 14 year old. And, I just spent an hour browsing Gadzooks while 2 high school girls, also waiting for a dressing room, talk about an upcoming stomp. The thought resumes, and I think: “Am I stuck in a fashion rut?” I don’t want to be the lady who looks like she's longing for her teenaged years, constantly in a mid-life crisis.
But, then I think: I do feel like a 14 year old getting excited over cute shoes and a cheap top. So why does it matter that I wear the same clothes as teenagers?
At least I’ll have cute shoes.
2.19.2007
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You're my kind of gal, Lace. Gadzooks or bust.
Cute shoes, too!
Zootie you are hillarious! So are you going to the stomp with your new friends? ha ha j/k i love your style it is you and those shoes are adorable!!
Lacey, this story really made me laugh because I recently experienced the exact same feeling as I browsed Gadzooks for some possible maternity tops (which there were a plethora of)--and waited in line behind teenage girls. I felt so old! But who cares!
BTW, those shoes are very cute.
Such cute shoes and don't ever give up that inner teenager!
Lacey, I can also relate. I just justify wearing the same clothes as teenagers by saying.. "I will wear it different than they will"--which is true. My Mom and I have a bunch of the same clothes and she dresses her age and I dress my age (at least I hope so). So don't worry, you always look very classy and stylish.. and exactly like a 27? year old.
maybe you should cut your hair short to feel older??-kidding I'm jealous of your hair. I'm just happy that girl had braces!
PS The new music (the reminder) that silhouette looks just like you!
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