Now, you know me well enough now to know that I'm not just going to tell you what this "thing" is. You know that I'm going to share the background story - ramble on about stuff that really isn't related, but is in my head - some how - and then finally get to my point. Today is no exception - so here goes:
Like a lot of women, I have a certain "fashion" weakness. Well, actually, I'm lucky enough to have two. My weaknesses are purses and shoes. Up until recently, when I started to actually like going clothes shopping - the only things I would shop for were purses and shoes. Really, I never actually went shopping for shoes and purses - I would just have to look at them no matter what store I was in. If there were purses or shoes in the store - I hunted them out like a dog, sniffed around for a long time, and finally grab a handful...because I could never decide the 'one' that I liked the best.
If you were to look into my closet right now - you'd be amazed. Well, maybe you would. Hubby isn't amazed - he sighs, huffs, and pouts anytime he goes into the closet. He should just feel lucky he has a spot in the closet to hang stuff! Anywho - my closet is full of shoes and purses. I have purses and shoes that I have never used. Hubby has begged and pleaded for me to give some away **GASP**...that's right, he wants me to part with my babies, my darlings...never going to happen.
So, weakness probably isn't a good word to use for my like of shoes and purses - obsession would be a better word. Among this obsession I have a certain favorite - boots. Boots make me weak at the knees. I absolutely LOVE boots. And so I reach the point of the story that you have been waiting for - almost.
Eight years ago, I saw a pair of boots that I wanted...REAL BAD!! They were knee high, small heeled boots - they made me weak at the knees. They were cute, they were sassy - they were going to be MINE!! I walked over to the little stool to try on the boots that would be coming home with me. Placed my foot in - oh, it felt so right!!! Then, I started to zip up the boot. I got just below my calf - and then devastation hit me. My calves were too big - the boots were not going to zip up. I felt the blood drain from my face. I felt tears well up in my eyes. It hit me like a ton of bricks that I was not going to be able to have the boots.
Since that day, I never looked at boots with the same eyes. No longer did I swoon over them. Every time I saw a pair of the knee high boots - that I loved so much - I felt nothing more than sadness, disappointment, and envy. I was jealous of the beautiful legs that walked around with those glorious boots - rubbing them in my face every Fall. That was, of course, until Wednesday of last week.
You've probably guessed where I'm going right now - but stay with me...for my own amusement. I was doing a little shopping for things I needed for my Halloween costume. I walked past the shoe department, and there staring at me - calling for me - were a pair of knee high, black boots. I walked past them, head held low. Then I started thinking - I've lost 60lbs. I'm in a size 16. I've dropped a whole shoe size. Is it possible that my calves are smaller - small enough - to fit into those glorious boots? So, I walked back. I grabbed my size and marched over to the stool. I took a deep breath. I psyched myself up, just in case I still wasn't ready to wear the boots I had longed to have for so many years. I placed my foot in - started to zip. Zipper stopped mid calf - DAMN!! Then I realized it was snagged on my pant leg. I pulled my pant leg up...continued zipping. Slowly, slowly, the zipper went up.
As I looked down at the boot, fully zipped, on my leg. I felt tears. This time, there were no tears of sadness - they were tears of complete and utter joy. I'm pretty sure that if someone had been standing close to me, I would of jumped up and kissed them. I composed myself - carefully placed my boots back into the box, and headed straight for the check-out as if somehow between the time I tried them on and the time I paid for them - my calves would grow too big to fit back into the boots.
Yesterday was the first day that I got to wear my darlings. I wore them to the wedding. I was a little nervous about wearing new boots to an event that would have me on my feet the whole time - but I did it anyway. You know what? They were worth the wait. They were worth the money. They were comfortable, I looked damn good in them - and I am now a very, very happy woman. I have accomplished something that I have been waiting years to do. ZIP-a-dee Doo Da, ZIP-a dee ay!!!
Here's a pic of the new addition to my family:
"Small accomplishments leave the biggest impact."
Till next time. ;)