307 long days into 40.

So there's a reason why it's taken me so long to post about being 40 this month. It's because I am discovering something that I am having a hard time living with. I can't walk in heels anymore. It's breaking my heart! I take pride in my taste in shoes and I have a closet full of them that my feet just can't withstand anymore, at least not for any extended period of time. I certainly cannot wear them from home to office, door to door.

So I have been on the prowl for kitten heels. I can manage those a lot better these days, but they just don't have the same effect as a nice pair of 3 inchers! I've never been able to manage 4 inches so I am not missing anything there. But a nice 3 inch heel does a lot for your look, your frame and your legs. SIGHHH.

So alas, in spite of the need for a mammogram and the attack on my black locks by gray hairs, not being able to wear my shoes has been the biggest blow to the ego! I can't bear to part with them, at least not yet. But I will soon. I will have to have a memorial service. Stay tuned!




      Good bye my pretties!