When I think about the holidays I think of stringing colored lights around my house, putting up my 15 year old fake tree, baking cookies and going to parties. I don't actually know why I still think about holiday parties because I haven't been to one in years. The friends who used to host them are no longer my friends, the only company party I went to was for my ex-husband and where I work hasn't had one since the first year I worked there. And yet I still think longingly of getting all dolled up in a nice dress, wandering around the hotel reception room looking at the Christmas decorations, listening to live piano music and of course enjoying all the appetizers and buffet food being served. I should probably let such silly notions go but I still hope that someday I have holiday parties to attend again. An even bigger wish is to be in Boston for New Year's Eve some year...or every year. I've never been in a city during such a time and I imagine I'd find it both scary and exciting. On my Twitter feed I'm reading all about the numerous New Year's Eve parties that happen in and around Boston and I yearn to go. I wanted to go last year too but I couldn't swing it and this year I can't either. Maybe next year... My closet is full of lovely shirts, skirts and dresses that would be great for a holiday party! Yet nowadays when I get dressed up it's just for an in-home photo shoot for some new profile pictures. All dressed up with nowhere to go definitely applies to me. It probably seems silly to add to a collection of clothing I don't wear but sometimes I can't resist. Like this past weekend when I was at the mall with my daughters just for something to do. I've seen tons of women wearing those really high platform-style heels (I call them hooker heels, I won't lie) and I was curious to see if I'd actually be able to stand in them. So with my oldest groaning about how ridiculous her mother was being, I took my girls into Payless, found the 8 1/2 aisle and saw a pair of sparkly silver heels. Just looking at them I knew they'd be the death of me but I gave it a shot anyway. I put one on and literally stumbled and almost fell over. My oldest was quite amused. Holding onto the shoe shelves for balance I then put on the other heel and that didn't help my steadiness at all! I felt 7 feet tall and it was inconceivable to me that women walk in those things when I could barely stand! My oldest bragged that she'd tried them on in a woman's size 6 and could stand and I just rolled my eyes. I promptly removed the heels before I broke both my ankles and returned them to the shelf. That's when a pair of sparkly blue non-hooker heels caught my eye. Blue is my most favorite color and those heels were such a pretty shade that I had to try them on. As they had what I consider a reasonable heel, I was able to stand and walk in them and this doesn't happen often, but I fell in love with those shoes. They were on sale for 20 bucks so I decided they would be my Christmas present to myself. My oldest groaned because I still have no occasion to wear them for and nowhere nice to go but I am hopeful that someday that will change. Dorothy had her ruby red slippers that took her home; perhaps if I click my sparkly sapphire heels together they'll take me to a party. Never hurts to wish...
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