Balancing Act

In a moment of sheer insanity, I called the Gucci store at SCP a few weeks ago and put my name on a waiting list for the latest open-toe, platform, spiked heel ankle boots that are everywhere right now. They had my name written all over them and they shouted cool. I experienced the flittering stomach and the rush of excitement at the thought of wearing them, followed by a tinge of guilt for not allocating that money to Mason’s college fund instead. Thank God for waiting lists……I saw a pair of metallic pumps in more than one magazine by Bebe. I had no idea this franchise designed shoes, let alone cool ones. I called the store, put them on hold and went to buy them on a warm Sunday morning. I walked into Bebe at Fashion Island and saw a wall of shoes that resembled the pages of all the recent issues of every fashion magazine published. My heart was pounding as I was trying on OTK boots, platform booties, YSL look-alikes, and more. I stocked up and felt gleeful that I freed myself of the guilt at the thought of shelling out a middle-American mortgage payment for the Gucci stripper-shoes. Today I was running through the airport on my 5” booties that just an hour earlier had me convinced I represented the latest in hot, sexy, cool fashion. Suddenly I was laughing at myself as I was on the verge of toppling over andf falling on my face trying to balance my 10-pound laptop with my overstuffed Balenciaga, an iced-coffee and a venti red-eye in hand. Unfortunately I still have not managed to successfully combine my inner rocker chick with my outer mommy/wife/corporate worker-bee in a manner that suits me. I hope I don’t have to sacrifice one for the other, but the combination of the three is a challenge that I unfortunately have yet to figure out. The 5” booties will have to wait for a more appropriate outing (if only there was one)…..and hopefully with all of your help I can get my balancing act right before I turn 50