Between Heel and High Water

Once in a while I go through my closet and I find that I have more clothes than I did the last time. I'm a hoarder – good stuff, bad stuff.. I can make myself throw away nothing. So my room is the cleanest place of stashed away memorabilia.

Shirts that went out ofstyle years ago, papers and diaries that have nothing more interesting written on them than the lyrics of songs or list of appointments of a year gone by, every gift ever given to me – ugly ones in drawers ready to be put on display when required.. incapable of parting with anything that means something.

Paris and I shifted house. Since the job of packing annoys me as it can only annoy someone with too much of unwanted luggage – I decided to trash without thought. And I did. Two suitcases filled with things that hadn't seen daylight in more than a year.

And then I came to my silver heels.
These heels had been my soul (terrible pun) for a long time – stilettos of the sexiest kind, they were a standard of the woman who cannot be expected to stay, a woman who will dance when she feels like and slide them off and chatter in a moment. This stiletto-shod girl could make men drool and girls envy. Though they had pinched my feet for some time now, I resolutely refused to throw them away. That day I stopped amidst the dust and mounds of cartons and stared at them.

My bandana slipping off my forehead, and shorts looking morosely ill fitting I put on the footwear again. Sigh. Oh the joy of it. I stand four inches taller and distinctly start looking sexy. I know if I keep them on a little longer or walk around in them, it'll start to hurt.. but really is that reason enough to throw them out?!

These were the heels in which I had enticed my first love, these were the heels in which I had gone for my graduation, these were the heels that had been borrowed by my closest friends for the most illicit purposes. These were good stuff. Why throw them?

But I did. Sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is to throw the good old stuff and create space for new. Sometimes the best thing you can do is forget even the good with the bad. Sometimes the best you can do is go buy the newest pair of white calf length stiletto boots and realize that you've outgrown them silver heels.