Fall? Hello? Are You Out There?

This is absolutely the cruelest time of the year for Texans (and everyone else in the South). Every store is filled with cute sweaters and fall colors, and people on TV have obviously progressed into the next season, but day in and day out we still have heat and humidity. All you Houstonians, please don't think I've lost my mind. I know that when I moved to North Texas I lost my license to even say the word humidity in your presence. When I go home I feel like I'm fighting for breaths. And that's on top of fighting my ever livin', ever lovin', big, big hair.

On Thursday, Sunni and Janelle and I had a playdate with the babies at the Galleria. It was glorious. The indoor playground was not at all busy and Ava, Ella, and Jackson had a lot of fun. They even let us do some shopping after they played. I love, love, love getting to be there when the girls get a new outfit. And it is a good time for toddler girls' fashion. I can't say the same for boys. All of us moms found some great things at Old Navy, where they had tops for like $4. I have been in the market for a vest and I finally found the perfect one. The Moore women have been known to rock many a vest in their lifetime, although it has been quite a while since my last vest purchase. Possibly 1994. I think I bought a denim one for my first day of high school. I wore a blue denim vest with a white body suit and khaki shorts. Why all of our dads let us out of the house wearing those skin-tight body suits beats me.

So do I even need to mention how tired I am of my capri pants and flip flops? Feeling summer fashion rebellion in my spirit, I wore some new wide leg jeans that I recently acquired at Express to our mall playdate. (Thank you, BooMama, for getting me on the right track.) They are very long and require a high heel, so I wore my wonderfully fashionable, horribly painful boots from last year. I looked down and said, "Feet, your break is over. It's time to get back in shape!" The boots and jeans made their fall debut. I was thankful to have Jackson with me because pushing the stroller gave me a little extra support and balance while I re-trained myself to walk on stilts.

Perhaps you are wondering why I am willing and eager to put my feet through this kind of trauma. For starters, wearing a crazy-high heel forces you to have great posture. In other words, it makes you stand up straight and suck it all in naturally. I'm also a firm believer that walking in difficult shoes burns more calories than walking in regular shoes. You get tired quicker, so doesn't that make sense? The sides of my thighs were burning a little by the time I left the mall and I was well pleased.

I did, however, live to regret the timing of my foot conditioning/training. Last night I had to wear my cowboy boots to the Big Tex square dance. My feet were not at all happy about the two-a-days workout. I think I asked a little too much of them. Hopefully in a few weeks they will be so well conditioned that and I can rock stilettos in the morning and ropers in the evening without blinking an eye. Or cursing my shoes.


Sensible shoe choices for moms everywhere.