“The more things change, the more they stay the same”
New me~~~~Old me
On Sunday morning as I lay on my couch, catching up by phone on the past week’s events with my BFF, I was overcome with that wonderful fall feeling that I love. The sky was dark, it was windy, and the leaves are still on the trees and making that wonderful sound in the wind. It’s time for sweaters, wool, “cashmere”, flannel, boots and the like, I L-O-V-E the fall…you think. Because, in my head one thought leads to another leads to another, etc., etc. I started thinking about my favorite sandals (strange I know). These sandals were my favorite purchase for the summer of 2010. They fed the part of me that’s little flashy and the part of me that really believes, had I been born ten years earlier I would have been stringing beads and living in Woodstock. The sandals are my silver Birkenstocks. This summer they walked me up and down the strip in Las Vegas (with my 20 year old), walked me through the Village and Soho, to Union Square Market, to the opening night of Sex and the City (where Manolo Blanhik’s were the shoe of choice), to the opening night of Eat, Pray, Love (where my earthy shoes fit right in), to lunches, dinners and pedicures. They have been my true companions for the past three months. When I slip my feet into them I know that they will never hurt, pinch or blister my feet. I wish that everything was that simple, I will I could look on the internet put my card number in and few days later a solution would arrive. I realized also this summer how much I’ve changed but stayed the same in the last twenty years. One day when I was cleaning out my closet what did I find but the ancestor to my now favorite shoes. There they were a tan leather pair of Birkenstocks in the exact same style. I brought them 18 years ago, and as I slipped them on I remembered trips to St. Pete Beach, Tyrone mall (pushing a stroller), Disneyworld, Bush Gardens and all of the places they’d walked me through with my growing daughter in hand. I wore them a few times but they really didn’t feel the same. ( I guess I’ve changed but the shoes had stayed the same.) I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of them, I’ll take them out and wear them every once in a while and remember. Now at 49, I am the same wannabe hippy with a touch of fashionista, it’s a good feeling to know that I have been true to myself in some ways over the years. So, if history repeats itself, 18 years or so from now I will buy a new pair and this time…they’ll be gold with rhinestones.
