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Flipping For Flats

I am fan of saying “if you can’t run in them don’t wear heels!” And, because I can race in heels, I have proudly run, danced, driven in them and committed all types of debauchery real and imagined in stiletto heels ranging from 2.5 to 4 inches high!.   I love my heels.  I typically insist a slight heel with everything jeans, shorts, dresses and housecoats.  So, you can imagine my shock when I found myself picking up and pining over flats!  And flats are EVERYWHERE – ballet flats, soccer mom flats, gladiator strap up sandles.  Flats are the new heel!   The last time I wore ballet flats I am afraid to say was when I was too lazy to change out of my ballet slippers out of class at University terribly late, as usual, to the daunting micro-economics lecture.   But since then – its been heels all the way. 

So you can imagine my shock when i found myself purchasing not one but two pairs of the cutest little flats ever.  And, surprisingly enough I like how they look.  The reason this is a surprise is because  I traditionally steer clear of the flat because I loath my short legs.  Petite or tall doesn't really matter girls but proportion and long, lanky legs do when it comes to wearing flats.   I have cringed at the sight of more than one woman who incorrectly assumes that sliding into a pair of ballet flats will give her the coltish whimsy of Audrey Hepburn or the sex-kitten pose of a Bridgette Bardot.  Not so ladies.   Now with this fashion trend firmly in place for 2008 go ahead and buy your flats (I did).

One nightmare…a mess of snakes and a hundred fashion ideas!

It’s 4 a.m. and I am awoken from a deep sleep to my daughters’ screams.  She claims there are snakes in her bed.  After spending an hour reassuring her that there are no snakes in her bed, she is still frightened and resorts to sleeping on the floor in her brother’s room.   At this point, my body is in such a sleep deficit that I have not the energy to reason with her that if there were in fact snakes, the last place you would want to be is on the floor.  But I let it go just in the hopes of some sleep. 

The next morning, I wake up and realize the handbag I am using is covered in a python print.  It could be the sleep deprivation, but somehow, this humors me.  Then I have that “Ah Ha!”  moment, and tell my fashionista daughter a white lie as all parents do in the course of their parenting years.  I explain to her that there are no snakes inside the house.  If they somehow did get in, they would be frightened by Mommy’s python handbag and would quickly leave in the fear they too may become a hand bag.  To which my daughter adds, “And a wallet and shoes and a belt”.  Point made.  Snakes are not scary, they are a fashionable inspiration.