Many many moons ago (and no, I’m not letting on how many to be exact) I had very different tastes, in food, in music, in clothing. If you told me then what I would gravitate towards now, I would have laughed in your face.

Here we have the boots I was married in.

Here we have the shoes I purchased on my honeymoon.

Here are the oldest shoes in my closet that I still wear on a regular basis.

(going on 7 years old)

And these are just a fun favorite.

Here is one of my more recent purchases.

Can you see the difference?

I think a bit of my crazy shines through there. Just because I knit, doesn’t mean I’m a curmudgeon.

I can’t think of anything in particular that influenced these changes. I can only guess a good part of it is age. Am I the only person out there that thinks about how fantastic it would be to flit back to a late teen/early 20something with the mind and life skills of a late 30/early 40 something? What will I think when I am 87? I bet I’d be a kick ass 18 year old with the mind of an 87 year old. Nobody would fuck with me.

Awww... I am growing up! Just like my kiddos. ;)

I do love a comfy shoe, but damn those heels are hot.