A Woman's Right to Shoes

I heard the UPS truck rumble up my icy driveway.
Like one of Pavlov's dogs hearing the bell chime, I immediately sat up.

I waited.

As I listened to the UPS guy get out of his truck all I could think was "what is TAKING YOU SO LONG!!?"
I crept down the stairs when I heard the back door close.

AT LAST!

Taking a deep breath I slowly made my way through the kitchen to the screen porch.
There it was.
The delivery I'd been waiting for.

BLISS!!!

I opened the door and gazed down at the box from Neiman Marcus (also known as my second home)
I picked it up as a rush of excitement tore through my body.
Then I tore into the delivery box

Another deep breath....
Then heaven...

A bright white box with the most magical words written in black text.

MANOLO BLAHNIK

Carefully I took the top off, setting it down on the table.

I peeled back the tissue paper.

I slipped the shoes out and thought "Do I frame them or put them on my feet?"
When I lifted up the Black Satin d'Orsay stilettos with the ruched front and the oval jewel encrusted on the toe, I knew.

I stepped into them and felt like Cinderella (well, minus the stage coach, the horses, the lavish dress and oh...Prince Charming....)
I took a spin around the kitchen practically floating........

How is it possible that shoes can make you feel so wonderful?

Well, these shoes are not only an accessory to a bridesmaid's dress I'll wear in a February wedding, they're a symbol.

They're featured in my favorite episode of "Sex and the City":
"A Woman's Right to Shoes".

In it I am reminded that while I celebrate my coupled friends' happiness..... as a single woman, I need something special too. It's not always easy being single these days. But I'm happy.

And with a FIERCE pair of Manolos to lift me up....it makes it a little easier.

And a lot more Fabulous.