...so I can wear these! I'm not going to lie- they were an I'm-bored-on-my-lunch-break-and-shouldn't-be-shopping, impulse buy. Typically, however, when I take something out of the box after such a hasty, frivolous swipe of the credit card, I have a tough time seeing what the original appeal was through the heavy haze of buyer's remorse surrounding it. Not that day. They had an almost ethereal glow when I pulled them out for the first time. Max happened to be in the room and his eyes widened in wonder as I unveiled them and strapped 'em on. "Muuuuuud Stompers," came out of his mouth in a gasp of awe. "No," I said, "They're more like street walkers," instantly regretting the phrase, for I was certain that something about "mom" and "street walker" would resurface at preschool. "Road Walkers," I corrected. "Yes," he said in a solemn whisper, "Road Walkers." And that was that.
Anyways, long-story-short, just because I'm a mom doesn't mean I am sentenced to a life of practical shoes. Sure, I rock my Uggs at the park with the rest of the mini-van brigade, but why can't I throw on a pair of ridiculous metallic gladiator platform road walkers from time-to-time just to remind myself that I still got it?