i got some strappy platform shoes at the thrift store yesterday. because i have platform nostalgia. yes, i used to be undaunted when it came to tall shoes. but after a few lifestyle changes, which involved spending a lot more time on my feet, a few bouts with super sore heels, and wavering bravery when i came to bold fashion choices, i'm not so much the platform-wearing material anymore. today, i tried on those new shoes on with trouser socks, jeans, a bulky sweater and a wide brimmed hat, waltzing awkwardly around the room for practice. not exactly the picture of fashion, but fun nonetheless. i felt just like a little girl all over again, reminded of all those times spent trying on mom's off-white strappy wedding heels in the walk-in closet, playing dress up in the tiny turquoise satin gown that once was my immigrant grandmother's. that love for everything fancy, especially shoes, extended into to high school. back then, i was a girly girl lots of the time. mud puddles, mole holes and rocky roads weren't an issue. back in those days, i had no problem sporting some gawd-awful 4inch wooden platform sandals and a short dress. with youth and a little mascara on my side, i'm sure it was quite a sight. these days, i don't find many excuses to wear a fancy heel, or fancy anything for that matter; mostly, round these parts, it's all about practicality: cowboy boots, wellies, sneakers clogs or moccasins. which the tomboy in me don't mind at all. hell, i've even been known to heckle some too-high heel wearers out the car window on a wild night. but these new platforms of mine, stable as an old wooden dory, might just make a guest appearance this weekend. and if i trip and fall on my face, don't laugh. i'm just a big girl posing as a little girl, trying on some fancy grownup lady's shoes, all over again.