Today I treated myself to a new pair of skinny jeans and slip-on sneakers. I am revamping my “Mommy Wardrobe” to replace some worn and ill-fitting pieces now that I’ve lost a little weight. New sneakers and skinny jeans are the last major items I needed and I was delighted to find a pair of $35 Skechers and $24 KUT From The Kloth skinny jeans at Marshall’s. I carried my bounty to the dressing room to try on the pants and was asked to leave the shoes with the attendant.
“Guard these,” I giggled as I handed the shoes over. “It’s hard to find cute shoes that fit my big feet!”
The dressing room attendant gave me a wink and said the shoes would be safe so I turned my attention to the jeans. The first pair was a bust but the second pair fit amazingly well. I walked down the hall to the 3-way mirror and hemmed and hawed. Did I love them? Did my butt look ok? What did the pockets do when I sat? Would I wear them enough to justify the expense? And then the big one – how do they look with shoes on?
I have a major hang-up with the way skinny pants look with my big feet, and my feet aren’t really that big. But there is something about skinny pants coupled with athletic shoes that just, I don’t know, makes me think “Send in the clowns!” I tried the jeans on with my old sneakers and knew immediately that it was a no-go. But what about the new shoes? They were not as clunky as traditional sneakers. I crept out front and sheepishly asked the attendant if I could try the shoes on with the jeans. She gave me a funny look so I hastily added, “My feet are big and shoes look funny with skinny jeans.”
“Honey, no one cares about the size of yo feet! Ain’t no one looking at yo feet compared to yo jeans. You like the jeans and shoes? That is all that matters!”
I burst into laughter and she joined in.
“Oh my gosh, you are so right! I live in a city of 8 million people. NO ONE is looking at the size of my feet compared to the width of my jeans. This is the most ridiculous hang-up ever.”
I am now sitting in my living room wearing both, happily typing this blog post and feeling a little more comfortable in my own skin. And skinny jeans. And clown feet.