“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.”
― Marilyn Monroe
I had a few errands to do on foot.
As I was getting ready to leave the house, I remarked to myself, “it’s time you started taking a bit more care with how you look, especially when you are out and about, walking around the neighborhood and city streets. Dress up a bit more”.
I instantly agreed with myself and marched back to my room and changed out of my shorts and t-shirt and into my brown jeans and matching chic shirt. I changed my earrings to match the new look. I added makeup - mascara and eye shadow - and touched up my lipstick. I clipped up my hair.
As I was deciding between two equally comfortable walking shoes, the postman rang our doorbell, with a too-big envelope for the mail slot. I grabbed my purse and headed out.
I walked a few kilometers. I was in high spirits; life was shining with meaning, direction and I had a clear sense about my life. I was happy I dressed up. I happened to catch myself in a window reflection and thought I looked good and was pleased I had changed from my shorts, t-shirt and sandals. Montrealers were out and about, enjoying the sun. I chatted with old acquaintances.
All this was somewhat tiring and I still had a healthy walk to get back home. My phone rang. As I looked down to get it from my purse, I saw two completely different shoes – one camel brown and the other two-tone brown and black.
I had a moment of great embarrassment.
Then I laughed. Really, truly laughed. I wished in this pure moment of hilarity there was someone around to share the big cosmic joke. Here, on the inauguration of my new dress-code I catch myself wearing two different shoes.
At least they were equally comfortable. And both did match my pants!
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