Oh, I remember it well.
I can still pull it off, but only if there is little walking involved.
So now, my chic-ness returns to the chic-ness of my youth.
I am a woman, not a girl,
I am a woman, not a girl,
I am a woman, not a girl . . . .
OK, I know the shoes don't make the woman,
but I sure do miss those carefree-foot days.
By the way, those beautiful shoes belong to my
niece Hannah; the blue gym shoes, to me.
