Killer heels...

I mean fierce. I'm talking wedge heel, suede shoe -- leopard print.  You'd NEVER think that I'd be sporting them...but I was...and I was a good 3 inches taller wearing them too.

Here's the thing -- me + fashion = huh?  How do you know -- even these fierce, killer heels that I purchased...were done so at PayLess.  They were full price and NOT on clearance though...so they are THIS season's cheap shoe. :)

Here's the thing, my daughter -- Lizzie -- the little one...well she did NOT inherit my obliviousness for fashion.  That child can put together an outfit complete with matching accessories and has schemed out a 'do for her locks and even a makeup PLAN. No, I do not let my 7 year old daughter wear makeup...by plan I mean simply this:  She stands in the mirror and looks at her face and you can see her contemplating what minimal makeup she needs to create her complete cohesive "look" and then she sighs.  There is always a sigh.  NEXT she looks at me with that pathetic look.  Finally, it's there...she adds the words, "I know I can't put on any makeup...but I just WISH I could put on just blush....and a eensy teensy little bit of lipstick....maybe a little bit of purple eye shadow."

By the time she says "eye shadow" the pathetic act has been forgotten and she is now pantomiming the actions of putting on these makeup devices...this is where I usually say no and hand her the clear cherry cola lip gloss by Bonnie Belle.  She pouts, which is perfect for me to take back the lip gloss and dap four spots on her bottom lip and tell her to smoosh them together.  She knows I'm not going to budge and smiles in the mirror at her lip gloss and skips off to tell Daddy how beautiful she looks.  When I say, TELL Daddy how beautiful she looks -- I mean, "Daddy, look how pretty I am...I did my hair myself and picked out this outfit all by myself.  See?"  Then prances off like a diva.

Well, the child isn't shy.  That much I can say -- she struts when she wears her "Miss Christi" boots (black soft ankle boots with an inch heel) and when I say STRUTS...the child moves with purpose, sass and attitude -- think runway.  She will be the first to ask me..."Mommy, are you really going to wear that?  It kind of sort of...well, it doesn't....go."  People...she is seven. Yes, my fashion consultant cannot fluently read or comprehend a fashion magazine, but probably knows more about style than I ever will.

Anyhow, I walk out of my bedroom this morning...wearing my fierce, killer, leopard suede, wedge heel shoe and they literally STOP my child in her tracks. "O....M....G.... I. LOVE. thoseshoes.  Can I have them?"

And THAT, ladies and gents is how I officially know that my shoes were totally fierce and killer...that and the fact that my walking was significantly hindered (being in such a high shoe for the duration of the day).