If The Shoe Fits It’s Not Likely Yours!

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I hope you enjoy this story I’ve decided to repost.

Yvonnes Musings

English: A pair of high-heeled shoes.

I will never forget the thrilling feeling of wearing my first high heeled shoes. It was 1963 and my sister Marsha and I had been pushing Mom and Dad for several months to allow us to wear nylon stockings for the very first time, knowing, of course, that ladies only ever wore stockings with fairly exciting shoes. As far as we were concerned shoes with rhinestones on the straps, shoes with bows, shoes that were any colour but brown or black were exciting.

We were both sick to death (it doesn’t take much to make a 13 year old or 14 year old sick to death. Apparently we could “just die” for any number of reasons—boredom, embarrassment, or starvation when dinner was a half hour late.)We were sick to death of the ugly brown utilitarian ones we normally had to wear, the kind with laces, or the kind with old…

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About Yvonne's Musings

Being the second of eight kids born in 11 years to my busy parents ultimately was a real advantage to me. I learned very early that if you wanted to be heard amidst all the noise the best way to accomplish it was to write your thoughts down. My first post to my mother," i hate skool. i cried at skool tooday!" was stuck with ABC chewing gum to the lid of the diaper pail, where I was certain that she would find it. Her attention quickly elicited in me a love of writing that has been life long. Seeking a wider audience I have decided to now, decades later, blog. Happy reading Mom! This is for you!

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