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My Shopping Holiday December 20, 2009

A little bit of Holiday cheer my feet in these beautiful Chinese Laundry heels. Photo by Jean Thornton

It’s December 20th, another holiday season is in high gear, and the Christmas sales are pushing last minute deals.  In malls across America women have practically beat each other silly for a pair of discounted lace panties that once worn they will fight to keep from riding up.  The lack of malls in Key West; however, keeps most of us from having to kill our neighbors over a pair Calvin Klein Jeans on the clearance rack.  This time of year is a good time for a shop-aholic like me to be far a way from the lure of malls.  Unfortunately, the season of “self giving” starts while I am still on my annual visit to my family up north—or as it could also be called “the land of malls.”

In general I can make it about 24 hours into a visit home before I break and have to buy something.  I am like the child that begs to open one gift early and carefully shakes each package for telltale signs of what is inside.  As soon as I have hugged each waiting family member at my parents’ house, it is time to see old friends such as DSW Shoe Warehouse, Macy’s, Old Navy and many other old shopping mall pals who anxiously await my visit.  I walk through the double glass doors and plunge myself into the sounds and smells of the of the holiday season: piped holiday music softly surrounds, registers chime, large red shopping bags dance by and the scent of expensive perfumes drift from their respective counters. 

It has become increasingly clear to me that I cannot be within 20 minutes of a shopping mall without being pulled into the parking lot with magnetic force.  With each day of my visit another quick trip to a mall produces more bags and things to pack up for the long trip back.  By the end of the week, I think driving was a better option than flying simply based on trunk space.  Nine pairs of shoes, eight new shirts, seven sweet deals becomes the refrain of my 12 Days of Christmas. 

Ah yes, it is a special time of year!  Nothing glistens during like the holidays like a freshly polished silver rack proudly displaying the perfect Diane Von Furstenberg dress for New Year’s Eve.  Tis the season to show all of your old high school friends how much better your life is by flashing that new Kate Spade bag.  The gifts under the family Christmas tree are plentiful, but I can not resist the joy of carrying loads of bags containing fabulous deals & finds that are presents to the many sides of me that have worked hard all year.

For ‘the me’ that stayed late in the office for too little pay—a new power skirt that does not require expensive dry cleaning.  For ‘the me’ that got dumped by that jerk and spent a week feeling absolutely low—a new pair of five-inch Steve Madden booties made for walking out when he crawls back.  For ‘the me’ that survived the months of mind numbing heat—a new sundress off the clearance rack.    For the part of me that hopes this New Year’s Eve will bring a new romance—a stunning new dress and pair of gladiator stilettos that will make mouths drop long before the ball does. 

My parents and brothers will give the gifts that make sense and make life a little easier: a blender that I have needed for years, a new set of canisters because the sugar jar has been stuck since June, spatulas and a garlic press to make my cooking more successful. The practical gift card to help with the new sofa fund (because I spent the last sofa fund on shoes that I could not pass up).  All wonderful things that will be cherished and appreciated.  

The holidays are a time of sharing, giving and catching up.  It is a time when I get to see some family that I may only see once every year, sometimes less.  I love spending time with my family and seeing how much the children have grown over the year.  But I also enjoy the time I spend rewarding myself for surviving another year and bracing myself for the start of a new one.  I don’t think it is selfish or over-indulgent; there are many times I give to myself last or maybe not at all.  So during the last week of December I take advantage of the sales and treat myself.  Hey! Some people justify that extra sugar cookie; I justify that extra glance at the shoe section.  After all, the holidays are a time of magic, make believe, and hopeful thoughts of the future.  I just like to believe that magic comes in a size 6 ½ heel and will bring much joy, happiness, and success in the future.

 

Calling All Creative Shoe Girls! October 13, 2009

This socially minded Shoe Girl wants you to put on your best thinking shoes and enter the “You, Your Shoe and 72” Contest. Visit http://www.jimmychoo72.com to find out more:

THE COMPETITION
Jimmy Choo and Elton John AIDS Foundation have launched a photo competition to support the launch of Project PEP, a charity collection that donates 25% of sales to the Simelela Rape Centre in South Africa. The money goes towards providing the HIV-preventative treatment PEP (which must be taken within 72 hours of exposure to HIV) and counseling to victims of rape in South Africa, which has the highest count of rape in the world.

PRIZES
Those who submit their entries before 26th October will be shortlisted for an exhibition at the celebrity launch event at Selfridges London on 29th October. On this night Tamara Mellon will launch the ‘PEP-Up Shop’ at Selfridges, which will display the Project PEP collection and the selected photo entries for 72 hours thereafter.
The overall winners will be announced after the competition close on 7th December. On offer is a Grand Prize of 7 pairs of Jimmy Choo shoes and 2 handbags, plus over 100 exclusive Jimmy Choo prizes.

Show them you got soul and that you are not just another pair of pretty shoes… better yet show them you have soul and some pretty shoes!

 

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.

 

 
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