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She looks good in my boots. Almost too good. But really, I’m okay with her (and the other 2) playing dress up because….
When I was little, my Aunt Betty used to leave my sister and I with loads of her fancy high heeled shoes. We would parade around the house wearing them, our heels click-clacking down the hallway, and I remember feeling oh so beautiful. We would rifle through our mother’s jewelry box and pick out baubles and bangles (my favorite was my mother’s gold charm bracelet which jingled so beautifully on her wrist). It’s a rite of passage really– that desire to try things on, and pretend we are ‘big girls’. Sampling lipstick and perfume, hanging gold hoops over our unpierced ears. I think we’ve all done it (right??).
Wearing my shoes has become one of my kid’s favorite activities, and it’s an activity that I’ve always said yes to. (However, there are shoes they know they are not allowed to touch–the ones in the cloth bag are OFF LIMITS– big time, and there are ones that they fight over–hello, red mary janes). If she tries to wear my boots to school, well, then that’s a whole different story. But for now, I’m okay with her (all of them) pretending to be me. But please know that I really don’t ever pose like this in the mirror. (at least not wearing those boots)

And, because this picture makes me laugh, I had to include it. Here we have Jen administering an oath to some of the kids of Chisholm Farm. Any kid who did not abide by the rules (ie. tattled or was mean) would be sent outside. This chick means business!