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Jim & Doris Plus 7 May 31, 2009

 At 7am the morning news shows begin to hum with the daily headlines, and following the stories about North Korea’s missile launch practice and the debate over a parent’s right to end their child’s chemotherapy comes the daily update on Jon and Kate Plus 8.  You can insert one of the clever headlines here, “Jon & Kate Plus Divorce” or “Jon Plus Date”—at this point we have heard about every combination imaginable.  It will surely be only hours until Dr. Phil is weighing in and offers to “get real” with these reality stars. As I flipped channels to escape the body language experts and the television psychologists who were offering professional opinions based solely on edited clips, I question how this fascination began and when will it end.    

 I guess a large family comprised of multiples is the perfect pitch for a television sitcom, scripted or not.  These days numerous family-based reality shows are popping up, from the Duggars, stars of 18 Kids and Counting, to the latest family, the Hayes with their show Table for 12. They all have their share of funny moments, cute kid one liners, and parents dishing out humorous antidotes on how to make it all work.  At the end of each show I am left scratching my head and wondering, “so what?”  Yes, you have a lot of kids and yes, there are endless piles of laundry to wash and many other stresses of everyday parenting multiplied.  These stresses, plus tabloid rumors, are the reasons John and Kate are now admitting they maybe splitting. I just do not think it’s anything new.   Maybe that’s because I have a dad who grew up with a role on “Jim & Doris plus 7”, a reality that never made it to the small screen. 

  I emailed my dad and asked what he thought made Jim & Doris plus 7 a long-lasting relationship.  His answer of “love, respect, and acceptance,” was pretty simple but probably all that needed to be said.  Long before the days of television—let alone reality television—the unscripted lives of Jim & Doris with a large family did not seem all that unusual; after all Jim came from a family with ten children and Doris from a family with six children.  They grew up in the same small town in north central Ohio, were hometown sweet hearts, and married when Doris was 19.  For the next 65 years they would be undoubtedly committed to each other and their children until Jim passed away in 2007.  My grandparents did not have any multiples, which means yes, my grandma had seven rounds of pregnancy and labor.  They had all seven kids without the assistance of any fertility drugs, simply good old-fashioned Catholic values led to this large family. 

 I called my grandma to get her thoughts on Jon & Kate Plus 8 and her experiences being Jim & Doris plus 7.  I told Grandma that I was writing a blog, and then had to explain what a blog was since my grandma is not Internet savvy.  Grandma did know about Jon & Kate Plus 8; she said she had seen the show a couple of times and yes, Grandma like the rest of America, knew about their marital problems.  I explained to Grandma that I wanted to know more about what it is like to raise a small flock of kids.  “Oh, it was wonderful,” Grandma told me.  I asked her if she thought it would be harder to have multiples or to do it one at a time, “Oh, multiples would be harder.”  I teased that I thought getting all the potty training done at once was a good idea, but Grandma pointed out that she had older kids to help her.  I did see her point and agreed that having live-in help could be a plus.

 Jim and Doris, like many couples married during World War II, experienced separation and moving away from familiar hometowns.  Jim and Doris plus one came back to Ohio after Jim’s military service ended and he returned to the family lumber company.  Over the next ten years, Jim worked 6 days a week and Doris had a total of 6 children by the time she was 30.  Three of those children came nearly back-to-back.  While having multiples may lead to bed rest for months, when I think of my Grandma being pregnant for almost 27 out of 36 months plus caring for the children she already had, it’s enough to make my ankles swell!  The last one came ten years after the next to last, and, while some may shutter at starting with diapers all over again, Grandma said it was great because the older kids were so excited for the new baby. 

 It is understood that 7 children can cause a lot of dirty laundry; I told Grandma that Kate had two clothes washers and two dryers to keep up with her laundry.  While my twenty-something mind can only envision our modern day machines, I was shocked by the description of the laundry machine Grandma had.  She told me that she had to put all the clothes through the wringer by hand and then line dry.  Sorry, Kate, Grandma has points on this one and I promise to never complain about doing laundry again. 

Jon and Kate sometimes had celebrity experts come to their house/television show to give them cooking lessons, free food, and even an environmentally friendly home makeover.  Grandma told me that no one ever gave them free stuff like that, but she could call her groceries into the store and they would deliver them.  I told Grandma that I thought that was pretty impressive, so maybe Kate had it harder if she had to go to the store.  The only free vacations Jim & Doris plus 7 got were when they would camp at State Parks.  Since camping does not sound like a good time to me, I am adding another check to Grandma’s column. 

 I wonder if Grandma ever her pictured a life without Grandpa; I was thinking of one particular time in their years together.  When their youngest child was still in high school Grandpa had a very bad accident; some shocked timber fell wrong and a large piece of a tree landed on his head.  I know it sounds impossible, but it did happen and he did survive.  “I never doubted he would get better; he had too many people praying for him.  It was a long time before he went back to work, almost a year.”  Yeah, that’s right; he went back to work after a tree fell on his head and caused such damage it took a full year for him to recover.  Yet, during that time Grandma still had faith that her future was with Grandpa.  Helping your spouse recover from a major head injury kind of makes being on the cover of a tabloid seem a little less awful. 

 Jim and Doris watched all their children grow up and leave home.   They eventually went on vacations together all over the world, from Germany to the Holy Land.   They danced at all their children’s weddings, welcomed grandchildren and then great-grandchildren.  Grandma says it was all good—both the years when it was Jim & Doris plus 7 and the years when it was just Jim and Doris.  I witnessed the truest dedication to a partner when my grandma spent years caring for my grandpa during a long illness.  True dedication is when you don’t get the series finale you deserve; Doris stayed by Jim’s side and never once complained about how unfair it was. 

 

It seemed to me that Jon & Kate and Jim & Doris both have had their challenges. Multiples or individuals—having numerous children appears to be exhausting no matter how they arrive.  I asked Grandma if she ever thought of divorce, “Oh no, never!” Grandma said this as if I had asked her if she ever considered trying out for American Idol.  So what it made it work for Jim & Doris plus 7?  “Your Grandfather was a good man; I never had to worry.”  I know my grandpa would have said the same about Grandma.  Grandma said that despite the physical strain of his job and the commitments he had around the home, like mowing the gigantic yard and most likely repairing the damage 7 kids did to a house, Grandpa was an active father for his children and a good husband to Doris.  I did not have to ask if Grandma ever got a spa day or if Grandpa ever took a ski weekend to “get away,” but I can understand why any parent might want one. 

It can be hard enough keeping track of 120 pairs of shoes, imagine watching all those kids! Photo by Jean Thornton

It can be hard enough keeping track of 120 pairs of shoes, imagine watching all those kids! Photo by Jean Thornton

To the television parents who have decided to let camera crews into your homes, whatever your reasons for allowing them in, those cameras will not destroy your family.  What those lenses record is simply what you play out before them.  People on glass screens or in glass houses should not throw stones at those cameras, as they can turn against you very quickly.  The real reality is that a family of any size is hard work, and as my dad said it is love, respect, and acceptance that kept his large family strong.  I have to add my own thought to that:  I don’t think anyone knows the hardest or the best times until they are on the other side of them, but if you can look back at 65 years and call them all “good years” then that may just be something worth watching and, better yet, living.

 

THE FASHION OF ECONOMICS May 24, 2009

These great Yellow Aldos are a sound investment, the stock market loses can not chew away these wood heels, but termites could! Photo by Jean Thornton

These great Yellow Aldos are a sound investment, the stock market loses can not chew away these wood heels, but termites could! Photo by Jean Thornton

The economy slows, the stocks tumble, joblessness goes up, and somewhere a CEO yanks, the ripcord on his golden parachute. My long-held belief is that the only thing that is a sure investment is a pair of black patent leather stilettos. I consider Audrey Hepburn and Edith Head my personal investment godmothers. Sure I have a 401k and home values to worry about, but to be brutally honest; it is hard to connect all the dots back to me when those Dow points fall. Yes, I put money in banks and funds, but I just don’t really know where it goes after that. However, if I put the same amount of money in handbags, designer classics, and semi-precious stones, I can see where the money goes…onto me. Reality is I did not get a home loan based on my amazing heels; it was based on my credit score. I will argue that the shoes did not hurt the interest rate.

I would be a fool not to worry about the financial well being of the U.S. and of countries around the world. I view it like this: Long before Ralph Lauren was in every department store, he needed start-up funds. It probably took a fashion forward loan officer who dreamed of classic navy cashmere that drapes perfectly while stuffed in a shoulder-padded gray suit to see his vision. So at last a loan is given, fabric is bought, needles are threaded and runways are walked. All to the delight of glossy magazine readers like me lying on the beach or by a pool on a lazy Sunday. And I, the glossy magazine reader, then wait patiently for those designs to hit the stores and eventually the clearance rack, reaching me via my email shopping alert. Thus I and the good people of Visa can agree on a deal for these items to come to my home. My killer outfit starts long before I strut out the door with people I cannot even name. It is almost like international adoption; how does that baby get here?

I am sure that you are shaking your head at me thinking, “Oh Island Shoe Girl, how naïve! Designers do not need banks; they are brought to our living rooms every week via Project Runway and all get shows in Bryant Park.” Well, yes, this is true for some, but not for all. And need I remind you that it is also TV, just as Katherine Heigl only acts (barely) as a surgeon on screen, she is clearly not one off screen. And I think we can all agree that some of those kids on Project Runway are not real designers in real life.

But I digress. My financial point is this: we need a solid lending system in place to ensure that not only do banks have the ability to provide young creative minds with the ability to buy high-end hand care for silk, but for other things such as houses, cars, and those sorts of things. We could allow our banks to crumble and say, “Look those CEOs got what they deserved!” If that is said, we will be saying it in bland polyester clothing and shoes with sensible rubber soles! Folks, I call that depression whether it’s mental or financial!

How do we get through these challenging economic times? No one likes to hear it, but let’s get it out there on the drafting table: budget, people, and stick with it. Get real about what you really need. Not all things need to be Designer; for example, your grocery store has its very own off the rack the section on the lower shelf. Gas prices too high? Car pool—it’s like a gossiping on your cell phones only you all are in the same car and you save daytime minutes. You should still buy the necessities and you should not deprive yourself. I mean who does not need those new Seven Jeans? But hey! Buy a classic look that will allow you to go retro next season and rock them again.

If we continue to invest in the stock market and continue to buy low, we will all be selling high again someday. Think of it this way: remember back in 1989 when you threw away your Blondie-style wide belts? How many did you buy this year? So hold on to those down stocks, because, just as sure as pencil skirts, they will be back on top soon. And keep investing. Who knows–this year’s stock market failure may be next year’s Oscar De La Renta showstopper.

 

The Titles That We Make and Break May 17, 2009

These perfect Betsy Johnson's heels are worthy of any queen with a royal title, beauty pageant title, or even just a self appointed title.  Photo by Jean Thornton

These perfect Betsy Johnson's heels are worthy of any queen with a royal title, beauty pageant title, or even just a self appointed title. Photo by Jean Thornton

There always seems to be a big question about titles and who gets to have them. Once upon time it was an issue of great negotiations to determine who would get to be called what and over which land they would rule, figuratively or literally. Think about poor Anne Boleyn; she completely lost her head at the end of the wrangling and the arranging of her marriage and Royal Highness rights. Over the vast history of titles and proper name calling, many have gotten away with their heads still intact but with their titles slightly tarnished, if not removed all together. For some, relinquishing a title may be the ultimate sacrifice for love as was the case with the frowned-upon relationship between Prince Edward VIII and the scandalous American divorcee Wallis Simpson. For others, such as Princess Diana, the sacrifice of the title “Her Royal Highness” was part of the resolution for a love gone badly.

In present-day America, a different twist has come about in the delegation of titles as it has now come down to Donald Trump to determine when a Queen loses her rights, title, and spectacular crown—at least when it comes to a beauty queen under the Miss Universe Pageant Organization. You needn’t watch the actual pageant, only the well- staged press conferences frequently filled with tear-stained blondes, who gratefully thank the tycoon for not giving them the tired old “you’re fired” catch phrase. Somehow the title of Miss USA that I dreamed of as a little girl has expanded to include the release of scandalous topless photos, admitted illegal drug use, and politically motivated statements. So perhaps it is better I did not earn that title.

As I watch these disgraced Queens, of both inherited and beauty royalty have their rights to the crown debated on television screens, I wonder: who could challenge the titles I have? While “Queen” may be a title that is harder to reach for many of us, there are other more attainable titles that we acquire along the roads of life—such as the online labels we gain like blogger, techie, or maybe even hacker for the less scrupulous web surfers. Some of the titles on my list include college graduate as well as various job titles ranging from former Gap Greeter to Homeless Shelter Case Manager. These titles are branded on my permanent record for life. I also have the self-proclaimed title of The Island Shoe Girl; I wonder could another girl move onto my island and challenge my claim. I don’t believe that Donald Trump would bother himself with determining a winner in that debate.

There are also titles that have been given to us by others in addition to the standard nicknames given by parents, relatives, and high school friends that are generally cute and well intentioned. There are also the names that are cutting and hurtful, the ones generally not said to your face. I am sure I have been given a few less flattering titles since you cannot please everyone you meet. Talk to a former roommate or two and they would use some unkind words to describe me. But everyone gets these lesser titles whether we like it or not. These are the titles we must brush off in order to move on to claim new ones, with or without a public declaration.

So how do we get these titles and what do we do with the flattering and unflattering ones we find placed on us? I believe that the titles we gain and lose along the journeys of life are the truly determined by our own individual actions. Perhaps it is when we one day wake up to find new titles in place of our given names, when we become “Mommy” or “Daddy” or the authoritative “mama” or “sir.” Maybe it is when we realize the titles we strived for in our careers like “manager” or “director” have turned out not exactly what we expected them to mean and maybe not the ones we want to have in life. Knowing that titles change as we do—that we are our own individuals, unique and developing—so that a title of “little sister” can simply become “sister” allowing a new place in the family hierarchy.

While Royal families and the powers-to-be in American beauty pageant circuits may be able to apply and remove titles on a whim, the ones that count are the ones we choose to accept or decline on our own accord. Yes, those titles can be either good or bad, ranging from imperfect to workaholic to bleeding heart and, yes, perhaps even Island Shoe Girl. We get to decide what to do with those titles, not the outside forces. After all, at the end of the day, I earned that Island Shoe Girl tag and there is no one who can take that away from me—at least not without a couple hundred pairs of shoes.

 

12 Steps to Being an Enlightened Shoe Girl May 10, 2009

Once shoe enlightenment is achieved, heavenly Manolo's are within reach.  Photo by Jean Thorton

Once shoe enlightenment is achieved, heavenly Manolo's are within reach. Photo by Jean Thornton

1. Admit we were powerless over shoes- that our shoe closets have become unmanageable. This is step that should not be feared but celebrated. A weight will be lifted off your shoulders and a spring will re-appear in your step because now you have accepted that shoes control your life, and hey, it’s not your fault because you are powerless under their influence. Embrace your personal weakness and let it be to the benefit of your feet. Reorganize your shoe closet; this time without the shame that says you should hide your bounty of shoes but instead says cherish them all.

2. Come to believe that a power greater than ourselves can restore us to sanity. That’s right—there’s a higher shoe power I like to call the Sak’s Fifth Avenue shoe department. As far as the eye can see it’s all shoes—so big it has its own zip code. It is the perfect place to reflect and restore your inner peace while at the same time admiring the way your ankles look into those new Sergio Rossi’s! It may be called a “shoe section” by others, but to me it’s a Zen Garden filled with sparkling buckles and gems adorning both pointed and rounded-toe pumps.

3. Make a decision to turn shoes over to the care of our higher shoe power, as we understand it. In life it seems we always want to question what we are given. In this step it is time to stop wondering if we are supposed to click on that Bluefly sale banner and trust that our higher shoe power wants us to. It is not our job to question why we get the personal email invites to shop or if the sale is good enough. It is our job to accept that sale as a gift and what our higher shoe power really wants us to do.

4. Make a searching and fearless inventory of our shoes. Get into the depths of your shoe closet and make an inventory of what is truly in there. Rediscover shoes that have drifted to the back and reintroduce them to your rotation. Hey, maybe those Cole Hann’s you bought for that wedding two years ago are the perfect partner for that new Kate Spade handbag! For the thrifty shoe shopper, sometimes the best deals are the ones we find in our closets (or that of our friends).

5. Admit to our higher shoe power, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our shoe wrongs. This is the hard one. It’s time to admit that time you wore those Crocs out in public. And while you are at it, confess to those times you did not treat your shoes with the respect they deserve. Oh sure you were so tired you could not put your Jimmy Choos back their sleep bag… enough excuses!

6. We’re entirely ready to remove all these defects of shoe character. Open yourself up to make a real change in your life and remove those bad shoe habits from your future. Let your mind be free from judgments about shoe designers who have left you flat in the past. Some day in the future that same designer may just release a fabulous selection of wedges.

7. Humbly ask to remove our shoe shortcomings. This is hard and I am not sure it works because I have been praying for my foot to be the perfect size 6 for years but my big toes have not yet started to shrink.

8. Make a list of all persons we have allowed to wear bad shoes, and become willing to make amends to them all. We all have that person in our life who does not shoe as well as we do. Perhaps we have tried to reach out; perhaps we have kept these concerns to ourselves. Regardless, now is the time to right these shoe wrongs by helping them right their bad shoes. As long and as difficult as it may be, it is time to teach those who shoe bad how to shoe good.

9. Make direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others. Talking about shoes is always fun, even if the person listening does not know that. But if you keep reminding them about how great shoes are, sooner or later they will get it. The only time you should not help someone to shoe better is if they have a medical condition. For example, my Grandmother has bad knees and foot problems, so it is okay to excuse her sneakers. (Plus, I have seen some photographs of her in her younger days and I definitely get a little bit of my shoe streak from her!)

10. Continue to take a personal shoe inventories and when we shoe wrong promptly admit it. Now that our lives and our shoe closets are in order, keep that organization in your life. When you make a bad shoe choice, admit it and grow from your mistakes. It really is the only way to become a better shoe girl. Perfection is a something we have to constantly strive for, and once one shoe goal is met, set another to keep yourself moving forward.

11. Seek through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with our higher shoe power—and our favorite shoe salesclerk, praying for knowledge of insider sales and the latest trends that will give us the will and the power to carry out our shoe purpose in life. Only when we open our minds and we free our inner shoe detective can we embrace the glory of shoes. A good shoe girl loves a good deal and to be on top of the latest shoe trend… especially when that means being on top of 4-inch heels!

12. Having had a spiritual shoe awakening as the result of these steps, we now carry this message to others and to practice these principles in all our shoe affairs. You have let your inner shoe spirit out. No longer are you someone who focuses solely on your own shoes—you are now someone who shares the message of shoe enlightenment. Take this message to the masses and carry your wisdom far and wide… if you can carry it in a cute Marc Jacobs tote.

 

The Shoes That Got Away May 3, 2009

I could not let these fabulous Steve Madden Platforms get away!  Photo by Jean Thorton

I could not let these fabulous Steve Madden Platforms get away! Photo by Jean Thornton

About four years ago, I saw a beautiful pair of Steven heels by Steve Madden. They were a fabulous burgundy satin with a graceful shape that flowed into the perfect stiletto. They tied around the ankle with a truly stunning large burgundy bow. They were truthfully some of the most breathtaking shoes I have ever seen. I ripped them off the display and immediately saw that they were the last pair and a size 10. Despite the obvious reality that I could not fill them, I still put them on and tied the fabric around my ankles with the love and care of a mother wrapping a newborn.

I loved those shoes then and I love them now. I am not sure I have ever truly loved any man with such instant whole-heartedness. I have a soft spot for the James Blunt song, “You’re Beautiful” because it reminds me of those wonderful shoes that I saw only once yet I can never forget. But they were not for me. There was no way I could justify taking them home with me. We did not belong together, and I must simply be grateful I ever got to see them.

That is how it goes sometimes. You see shoes that you love—that take your breath away like getting shocked by an old toaster. But due to circumstances out of your control, you cannot have them. Maybe financially it is not feasible due to a car repair or an insurance payment. Perhaps they are not the right size and not even if you cut off a toe or stuffed tissue paper in there could you make it work. Sometimes not all shoe romances end with a spot in a shoe closet. It’s hard to stomach, but it’s a fact of life.

You will recount the story of “the shoes that got away” to your friends over a strong martini. It may not escape you that, much like men, sometimes the shoes that never were are the hardest to get over. They will surely pop into your head as you scan your shoe closet in a rush to get out the door—that sudden feeling of “if those shoes were here I would be putting them on.” Or you catch yourself day-dreaming about strolling down the street wearing them on a lazy Sunday, maybe taking the dog to the park and running into friends who say you look so good together.

Sometimes the memory fades or you find another pair to fill the mental void left by their brief presence in your life. There really are, however, some shoes that you never forget, like the first boy who ever asked you to a high school dance. Those are the shoes that you wonder whatever happened to them, that you occasionally search e-bay for, or every now and then you think you see someone else wearing them, but realize it is just a trick of the mind.

Like a young college girl getting over a break-up, you have these fantasies where your most recent broken heart slinger stands outside your window, singing the Dire Straits’ “Romeo and Juliet.” Just like the reality that you know the heartbreaker is never coming back, neither is your dream of those shoes magically appearing in your size on the clearance rack next week.

It leaves me wondering how with so many other wonderful shoes in life it is so hard to get over those that were never really ours. We all have had to end a relationship with shoes for a multitude of reasons; too many scuff marks, the padding has worn to a point that they are no longer wearable, or perhaps both you and the shoes have changed to the point that you are no longer compatible. You end up holding them up eye level and saying, “It’s not shoe, it’s me.”

Perhaps it is all the movies, television shows and songs that tell us to question what could have been. Long ago Jimmy Stewart saw how his life could have been in “It’s a Wonderful Life” and learned his life was great as it was. Since then, however we have been bombarded with the notion that it only worked out in that one movie as others such as “13 Going on 30” and “The Family Man” have since directed us to believe that one wrong choice will surely take us down a life filled with loneliness and heartache… a great job, huge closet and amazing Manhattan apartment but also loneliness and heartache. How big was that closet?

To put this Hollywood produced theory to work I have taken some time to look back over my life to figure out where exactly I went down the wrong path. I have two closets and live in Key West, Florida I must surely have done something wrong. Was it that time I broke up with the guy who confessed a very strange family dynamic? It could have been the time I made my college roommate tell that other guy I dropped out of school so I didn’t have to talk to him again? Maybe this all went down hill in high school Spanish. It could have been those fabulous burgundy shoes with the bow… if I say it was the shoes would somehow they come back to me?

I have to say that I cannot find a decision that I have made that now seems so awful that could it be undone the life that I might have had would be better than the life I do have. There are a lot of things that I have had to let get away to let me get where I am and its more than just shoes. I know in the future there will be more things and opportunities that will have to be passed on, how not taking those chances effects me is yet to be seen.

As I pick out my shoes for the morning I once again think about the shoes that got away. I cannot help but smile and think that they are probably in a happy place. I grab a pair of Nine West strappy sandals and head off to face the day ahead secure in the knowledge that while there will always be the shoes and other things that get away, it’s the ones that stick it out that truly shape our outfits and lives.

 

 
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