I do not follow fashion. I am neither the best dressed or the worst dressed.
I needed new shoes (since mine had holes) and decided that today was the day. I tried on a pair that were different from any shoes that I have ever worn before, but feeling daring, I bought them. They were on sale, after all.
And my son was scandalized.
"Yuck!" he said when I first tried them on. "Yuck, mom. Those are yucky!"
I was shocked. My son came out of his previous five year fashion stupor to notice my shoes. And express extreme dislike for them. It actually gave me pause - for a moment anyway. The shoes were not something my granny would wear. Neither were they shoes I could see my nieces in. That meant they were just right and there was nothing wrong with them.
And my son could go fly a kite.
We went into the mall with my bag. I knew there was only one thing to do. I found a bench, took off my worn shoes, and put on my new ones.
"Don't you love my new shoes, Seth?" I asked.
"Yuck," he again replied.
I wore them proudly for the rest of the day, to the approval of my daughter.
Man, I love those shoes.