Day 29. Bad mommy example #472

My name is Kim and I'm a shoeaholic. I love em! Being a sturdy bird has never put me off wearing a pair of heels although these days they're more 'low rise maisonnette' than sky scraper.  

Except for these beauties.  I paid a fiver for them in a charrie shop and they still had the labels on the bottom.  I stroke them occasionally to make sure they're ok and not feeling neglected.  

 

Strangely enough my daughter loves them too and nags me on a weekly basis to borrow them. Bad mommy refuses because they are her preciouses.  

Daughter has purchased a rather natty black cat suit to go out in on Friday. She came into my room to seek my opinion. Her eyes swivelled covetously towards my shoes.   "No" I stated without looking up from my book.  "But mom" she said slipping one foot surreptitiously into a shoe "look how good they look!"  She had managed to slip the other one on too. "No!"  I asserted again, refusing to look and bristling slightly that she had dared to put them on 

She whined. She cajoled. She wheedled. She played the "but if you loved me " card. I remained strong. 

"But I'll look after them. I won't let anyone near them" she continued fluttering her lashes and widening her eyes in a puppy like manner. 

I put my book down and regarded my darling daughter steadily before advising her that if I lent them to her it wouldn't feel right when I wanted to wear them in bed again. 

She gaped open mouthed for a second before screeching "mother you did not just say that to me". She clapped her hands over her ears.  "You mean they're your sex shoes?"  "Ewwwwwwwww!!" She may have turned a nice shade of puce. 

I smiled innocently, raised an eyebrow.  and bid her a good night. 

I wonder whether she'll ask me again?

Bad mommy signing off.