We were a bunch of girls who grew up together around the block, went to school together and did almost everything together. Our parents were friends, more like a close-knit family, who planned kids around the same time. Luckily all 5 of them had girls and we were like sisters - inseparable under any circumstances. We always had each other’s back and had no need to include an outsider in our group.
In the later years of school when we were poetically blossoming, our choices of clothing and everything else changed from what it used to be. This was, probably, the first time when I noticed I couldn’t keep up with the fashion choices my friends were putting up. While my outfits were up to the mark, they could not stand my choice of comfort footwear over heeled shoes.
I loved the black heeled clogs I owned. The best things about them were the fact that they’d go with everything I wore and looked decent and smart. Moreover, I loved the kind of uniform support I got from them as opposed to the arched heels of any other footwear that I had tried. I figured I was one of those who would never get over the preference for clogs.
All was fine until the annual day of school and as usual, our group had to give a performance. We all thought of doing something unique and decided on a tap dance routine. We caught hold of a choreographer who would teach us this unique yet intriguing dance form. The next day when we walked into his studio and started practising I was surprised as to how easily I was picking up the dance form and how light and accurate my taps were.
In the later years of school when we were poetically blossoming, our choices of clothing and everything else changed from what it used to be. This was, probably, the first time when I noticed I couldn’t keep up with the fashion choices my friends were putting up. While my outfits were up to the mark, they could not stand my choice of comfort footwear over heeled shoes.
I loved the black heeled clogs I owned. The best things about them were the fact that they’d go with everything I wore and looked decent and smart. Moreover, I loved the kind of uniform support I got from them as opposed to the arched heels of any other footwear that I had tried. I figured I was one of those who would never get over the preference for clogs.
All was fine until the annual day of school and as usual, our group had to give a performance. We all thought of doing something unique and decided on a tap dance routine. We caught hold of a choreographer who would teach us this unique yet intriguing dance form. The next day when we walked into his studio and started practising I was surprised as to how easily I was picking up the dance form and how light and accurate my taps were.
Even the choreographer appreciated my movement and this is when my friends thought that only clogs could give them the confidence of performing like I was. After the class, I took them to my favourite store and we bought identical black clogs for women and gave the best performance of our lives in those shoes.
