I'm a Loafer, Not a Fighter

Howdy,

 I (Gee) am gracing the blog yet again (two in a row, what the netherworld?!) and I would like to put this post up for all of you who wish to wear heels all the time, but know better. I know I would love to wear gorgeous forties and thirties heels and wedges every second of everyday, but sometimes it really just isn't possible or logical.

Now that I am living in true redneck country (the South Carolina low-country is like New York compared to this place) I am treated even more differently for dressing the way I do. My whole family laughed when I came out of the house in a shirtdress and heels to go to a baseball game... they don't seem to understand how casual that is for me.

Anyway, since this occurrence I have done my darnedest to be "casual" more in line with their standards. OK, not really. I just have been wearing my oxfords and loafers more often than my heels, though my grandmother found a way to criticize those as well. Now she is obsessed with buying me new loafers. I haven't found any that don't look like they came from my mom's closet though...
So this one is dedicated to her, in hopes that she comes to accept that I dress the way I do and that I really am not that weird.

It appears that these two gals have on loafers/oxfords/some type of similar shoe type. And an awfully short skirt.

A 1946 High School Marching Band

Love always,

Gracie