Wedding Shoes

Image: Kreg Steppe (CC)

It’s every little girls dream to know the feeling of importance, sophistication, and most of all, the high heeled elegance one pair of attractive shoes can deliver.

In my teens I had my share of stunning footwear, to know what it was like to effortlessly balance into infinite party hours on 41/2 inch shining pins and not flinch one bit as bones ached to be free.  I remember every beautiful pair.  But the one pair of shoes I loved most of all – were yours.

They hid in a gloomy corner at the bottom of your wardrobe, concealed by long dresses and heavy coats, never once seen on your feet.  I wondered why such pretty shoes should be condemned to shadows?

Pressing girlie feet into the toes of your divine shoes, I was Cinderella in glass slippers. Clumsy, teetering on falling, I clipped and flipped all the way from the bedroom to the kitchen, to demonstrate what you were missing.  Hands on hips, question marks in radiant eyes, I asked, “Mummy, are these your shoes?”  Your expression was a mixture of impending laughter and annoyance at the realisation of how clever your baby had become.   Hidden things would no longer be easy to keep to yourself.

You told me they were your wedding shoes.  I looked at your flat heeled sensible footwear and guessed those pretty shoes were a part of you I’d never know.  You would have liked to have told me to put them right back where I found them, but you were were too kind to say such things.

Jubilant at my discovery, I blundered my way round the house in wedding heels, wondering what kind of man I’d marry and if he… he’d like my shoes. 

I imagined living in London just like you, where traffic was never still, pavements filled with shoppers, and I… lady of the city, walked with confidence.

Just for one day, I borrowed the image of a beautiful woman I found in an old black and white photo, and walked in her shoes.

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My mother on holiday wearing those wedding shoes.

Did any of you girls clip around the house in your mothers shoes?

I don’t think I’ve ever heard of boys wearing their fathers shoes… so what is it boys do to feel like they could be their dad?


Most of this summer I shall be tackling the decorating of my little home, it desperately needs a serious makeover!  I’ve been spending time decluttering recently, which is partly why I haven’t posted anything on here for a long time, plus I’m still a little behind with a lot of my lovely WordPress friends posts.  It’s going to be a busy summer in a very practical way.  I will probably not be online as often as I have before, and not posting that much this year.  I may take a while to get back to some of your blogs, but will definitely be passing by when I can. 

I’ll certainly catching up with posts in the next few days, so if you’re wondering where I’ve been, I’m on my way!

I might have more time than I think… at least I hope I will, but just not sure at the moment how it’s going to go.  Once I get my mind out of the creative world and into the practical, it’s like I’m wearing a different head!!   I really hate decorating, it’s not one of my good skills, but just got to get on with it, and hopefully it will be good to look at when it’s finished.

I’m planning on keeping the posts for The Writing Garden unchanged, and will certainly be about online here and there during 2017.  But if I’m absent for a while and you wonder where I am or what I’m doing… imagine me with a paint brush in my hand! 😊


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20 thoughts on “Wedding Shoes

  1. You’re back! I was here the other day and realized just like me you too have not posted anything after July. What a coincidence!
    She looks gorgeous. The post reminded me of my childhood days when I would try wrapping around my mother’s saree after she got back from school. She was kind too, just like yours, she never stopped me (She passed away in Feb). Girls always want to imitate their mothers when they are young. I could visualize it all – “Your expression was a mixture of impending laughter and annoyance..” Beautifully written.

    1. I’m back very briefly! I’m going to be a little busy in the summer months, so won’t be posting that much on here, not until all my decorating is done! I didn’t realise we matched our posts to last July, but now you’ve mentioned it… yes you’re right. Wow time is travelling fast, it doesn’t seem that long ago!

      It is a lovely serene picture of my Mum – a favourite of mine. I always feel looking at that photo she’s walking out of a scene of an old black and white movie!

      Oh, I’m so sorry to hear your Mother is gone, that must be so hard for you. It took me a few years to adjust. I’d often think to ask her a question… “How long should I cook a chicken for?” “How do I get this yarn off the needles? I can’t remember!!” And of course, she was no longer there. Silly little things like that would get me real upset.

      I can imagine you with that saree, wow, that sounds such elegance!!! Girls do seem to do that a lot, it’s very much fantasy though. A bit like those wannabe doctors you were explaining… being our mothers, with clothes and shoes, and lipstick, all seemed so easy. Little did we know!! 😉

      Thank you so much Bindu, always lovely to hear from you, and to read your inspiring poetry! 🙂

    1. Well, only very briefly!! Won’t be posting much on my blog this year, got a lot of decorating to do. Once I get into that, my paint head will take over… haha. I’ll be posting some writing on Wattpad in a while, and revisiting again. Bits and pieces here and there. Lovely to hear from you again Glyn! 🙂

  2. Sounds like lovely plans! Yes, I remember trying on ladies shoes, dads shoes, any I could get my feet into 😊 my kids were the same I guess it’s about imagining being all grown up. Oh what a lovely story❤

    1. Haha… that sounds like a great shoe obsession to me… I thought I was bad… that’s wonderful, I can imagine that!! 😀

      One really naughty thing I did was try on shoes belonging to the ladies my mum used to work for. While she was off vacuuming the carpets, I’d sneak into the bedroom, open the wardrobes and cupboards and try on all the shoes. A number of times she used to catch me out and get quite angry with me, even though I was being very careful, not damaging anything. She was so worried a family member would unexpectedly call back home and discover me discovering the shoes. On those occasions she did tell me to put them right back where I found them. But she did at least laugh about it later. Little girls cannot be trusted near a cupboard full of glamorous high heels!! 😀

      And thank you so much Sumyanna, it’s lovely to do these little stories of life. When I’m an old lady, I hope the recordings will still exist, then I can sit back and listen to pieces of my life! 🙂

      1. What a cute story and so true – we must try them on 🙂 Oh, I know exactly what you mean. Those stories are precious. As I get older I see how easy it is to forget even things that happened this year… it is good to keep them and put them in a form you can treasure much later!

  3. Lovely story, Suzy. I’ve watched my little niece and can see that desire to wear her mother’s shoes in her eyes.

    Good luck with the redecorating. That’s a large task, but it seems like you’ve already undertaken the initial declutter, or clean up. It must be hard to let go of some items. I know that for a fact.

    1. Thank you!! 🙂 Ah yes, I can imagine that! I don’t think it will ever go out of fashion for little girls, that fascination with mum’s shoes… or any shoes, anything but boring little girls shoes!

      Oh thank you… yes… mm…. it’s getting there, but very slowly! Decluttering is essential for all of us really, but especially if like me you live in a very small home. It’s impossible to keep everything you think might come in useful one day. And of course it never does… until you give it away… haha… so maddening that, but it’s not an excuse to keep things… I’m being as ruthless as I can!! 😀

  4. I saw this post date is on April 22. I am not sure how I could miss this post. I am sorry that I am late coming to read your post 😦

    It is a lovely story. Although I am not a girl but I can imagine how a young one could be exited going through her mother clothing and tries them out. I do not recall whether I ever did try my father shoes when I was very young or not. I would not be surprised if I did. I did not remember now what I was doing then to feel like my father. The latest memory like that was I wanted to the same kind of work the did when I need to decide what kind of school need to take then. That was the only memory that do have about what to be like him. I was more busy getting into trouble when I was much younger than anything else 😦

    I can understand how one can be uncertain about the outcome for this. I would be in the same boat. I do not have clear head to imagine when I put this and that into the room together and what would it look at the end. Regardless, I think it will be something that you like. Good luck and do not forget to have fun along the way too 🙂

    1. No problem being late… I don’t mind at all. I’m often a while getting back to friends blogs myself… take your time, it’s the best way, can get stressful otherwise. 🙂 I think a lot of boys want to do the same work as their father, at least for a while, until they discover something more exciting, perhaps in their teens. Ah, so you were having some troubled fun… haha, I wouldn’t have guessed!!

      Yeah, some people love decorating, redesigning their home. I like the idea of it, but not the reality. I used to watch a tv programme a few years back where a large team of decorators came into someone’s home and completely redecorated in an hour. That’s what I need… all my problems solved in one hour!!! 😀

      Oh, thank you!! Yes, just a bit of fun with some little bits from childhood. Even the magnifying glass was from the same era. I had real trouble holding the magnifier with one hand and controlling the camera with the other. Sometimes my mind was on the camera and I moved the magnifier in the wrong place and other times the camera focused on the magnifier not Snoopy through the magnifier… it was a tricky procedure. So pleased I got a good one in the end.

      There are matchsticks and tapes in the Flickr feed now! I’m having fun capturing little things at the moment. I shall get back to scenes sometime soon, once we get some good weather. England never looks good in white sky, overcast mode! 😉

  5. love that picture of your mother in those shoes! And the shoes themselves look like they can paint a whole life. How sweet and innocent we are as kids, looking at those shoes and thinking we can be like someone if we just walk around in them. I did that too, with my grandmother’s shoes, (hehe), fond memory. Her closet filled with clothes from Germany, seemed so mysterious. I remember that day well. Thanks for this reminder, and for sharing your memories.

    1. Yes, its a lovely photo. You can’t see her face too well, but I like the overall look to it, like an old movie… thanks so much Linda!! 🙂 It is funny, the things we thought when we were little. Somehow those kiddie games felt so real at the time.

      I remember when I was an eleven/twelve year old, picking up old shoes at school jumble sales or charity shops, just for dressing up. My Mum was never keen on me doing that, I think she thought I was going to trip over and break my leg in 4 inch heels. And she was probably right to be concerned, it is quite mad to be walking around on stilts… haha!! I just loved high heels… but I hate them now, I really do. All my shoes have been flat for years. I’m lucky I’m not really short or I’d probably still be wearing heels.

      Oh yes, at that age, a closet that’s not yours…. ooooh, so exciting!!! 😀

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