Why I am a sneaker woman!
Our author wants to be one of those high-heel-and-lipstick women once in a lifetime without getting a spell. Maybe she just stands in the way herself. I am a sneaker woman. I did not decide that myself, others did it for me. I'm also a mascara-only rouge-and-maybe-a-bit-concealer woman. Because I wear so beautiful red lipstick as many of my girlfriends and colleagues, one looks at me as diagonally as if I had blown to a total manhunt, or an appointment at the Oskarverleihung. I would really like to be one of these chic and fashionable women.
"Nobody questions the look of my colleague"
My colleague is always wearing high heels, no one comments, because it just belongs to her. If she wears flat shoes, nobody comments. My colleague is a fashionable person and nobody would question her look because it just fits and you do not feel overwhelmed by her appearance, even if she wears high heels and lipstick. That's just like that.
"Do you have another date?"
It's not like I can not walk on tall shoes, so I'm just taller than six inches tall. Is that perhaps the problem? But even if I just wore a dress instead of jeans and shirt to work, I always got the sentence from my ex-boss? Oh, they still have something today? or from colleagues? Do you have a date? smashed around the ears. Annoying. The world seems to have decided that I am just a sporty type, a sneaker woman. I wear something else can actually coincide only Easter and Christmas. Or I receive state visit. There is obviously no other possibility.
"Do you know what's completely unworn in a shoebox dusty under the bed?"
So when I started my new job, I bought myself a complete set of new clothes. A fresh start always means the possibility to reinvent oneself. In my old job I wore ripped jeans, weather jackets, shirts and not always clean sneakers. Now I bought blue, black, beige and white silk blouses, blazers, pants, chelsea boots? and even a pair of sinfully expensive high heels. I kept the whole thing for exactly six weeks. Gradually, the wonderfully comfortable sneakers made their way back into my life. Initially, only the send out of patent leather, in the meantime also Chucks and even this supersport Nike Free. I just love her. T-shirts, colorful pants, hippie blouses followed? What can I say. Every now and then, in the morning, I wistfully hold my broken jeans in my hands and then put them away again. I can still manage that. Still! And you know, what still completely unworn in a shoe box dusty under the bed? The chic pair of black patent leather pumps. Menno? Maybe I'm really a sneaker woman.
