I dream about wearing classy boots with a cute pea coat, hot stilettos with a mini skirt, or peep toe heels with a little black dress. I fantasize about slipping into a classy pair of heels, putting on some bright red lipstick, and slipping out the door for a night on the town.
Unfortunately, dreams of fancy heels and cute dresses are lost in the mud that surrounds me. I live in the jungle, and even though I might love dressing up and sipping martinis, the reality of my current life involves flip flops, lots of sweat, and a simple summer dress or cut offs. There are small things I can do to make myself feel more beautiful, like wearing a pair of cute earrings or throwing on some mascara, but the reality is that I’m pretty much a wreck (and a very sweaty wreck at that) most of the time. I wonder if I’m cut out to live like this much longer, but I also wonder at what point did I turn into such a cosmopolitan girl?
God I love peep toes
As a girl, I was a total tomboy who never even brushed my hair and preferred my red rubber farm boots and playing with the goats to tea parties or dress up. In college, my uniform usually consisted of sweat pants and a tank top I’d throw on after cross country practice and I don’t even think I knew how to use mascara or owned a pair of heels. Yet while I was in Mexico City busy attending fancy art openings and parties, I suddenly became a glamor girl, or at least a wanna be glamor girl. Like a little girl trying on her mom’s lipstick for the first time, I was magically enamored with buying fashion magazines, trying out new makeup, and, of course, waltzing about the house in high heels while I cooked dinner.
Not meant for heels
Before I knew it, I was on a plane headed south (way south) of the border and living in the jungle. While my current surroundings are breathtakingly beautiful, you can’t exactly walk around here in heels. I’ll just have to wait for Christmas to do that again. In the meantime. I’ve been spending quite a bit of time shoe shopping online and planning outfits for my return. I’m thinking classy leather boots, a black blazer, and my silver pashmina. Can’t wait for New York City.