Click Clack

     My husband is not a big fan of me wearing high heeled shoes. I guess it goes along with the alpha male thing in that he feels better being taller than I am. I like that too. But I also like not having to stretch to reach up to kiss him. Even with my high heels on I'm never taller than he his anyway. I don't think I would want to be. There's just something about how you feel putting on those high heeled shoes.
     Not working out of the house for about three months now I've rarely had occasion to dress up and put on some nice spiffy shoes. I miss it. The days I went to other libraries to put in applications I made sure I looked nice. From my experience if you came in to drop off an application all of us at my desk were checking you out. I wanted to make sure I passed any once over I may have gotten. So, I put on a nice sweater and jeans and my high heeled black boots.
     Just walking down the hallway in my house in those shoes I felt better about myself. Hearing that "click clack, click clack" as I walked around felt good. I felt like I looked good. I had to stand up straighter thanks to the shoes and felt like I projected a better image. All because of a pair of shoes? Yup. I think the ladies reading can understand. The men probably haven't a clue. When you feel you look good, you feel good and you project that to other people. Am I right ladies? And for me lately my high heels do it.
     A few weeks ago my former co-workers had a dinner for me. I didn't want to get there first and as a result wound up leaving even later than I planned and got there last. All eyes were going to be on me anyway and I don't usually like that sort of thing, but made the most of it. I went in confident with the click clack of my high heels keeping me going. Having people tell me I looked great when I felt like crap inside was also a big boost.

     I don't have to leave the house for much anymore. I have to drop Jake off and pick him up and get groceries and things for the house. I always thought it weird or funny seeing women who were all dressed up doing these daily chores. Maybe they are for a reason, headed to or from work. Maybe it's a little more than that. Maybe it's a chance they get to get out and look good so they make the most of it. After running into Target the other day in my comfy Garfield fleece pajama pants for two things to finsh my baking that day, I think maybe I should take time to dress up better even if it's just for a run to the store. Although when I was out for five minutes and baking the rest of the day it doesn't seem worth it. Other days when I'm out for longer and not baking the day away I just may have to. Because hearing that click clack throughout the store is a little self esteem booster for me, and who couldn 't use one of those every now and again?