Where have all the fabulous shoes gone?

I had a rude awakening today. Some might call it an epiphany, but no, I assure you it was, in fact, a rude awakening. Get ready for it: My shoe rack has taken a dramatic turn away from fashionable and fabulous footwear to comfort shoes. As I stared, horror struck, at the rows of Dansko clogs and Privo mary janes, I couldn't help but wonder, "Where have all the fabulous shoes gone?" When did I turn the corner from "fantastic" to "comfortable, yet supportive?" As I crammed my post-pregnancy size 7.5's into a delicious pair of 6.5 animal print ballet flats with a darling quilted patent leather toe, I was forced to seriously take stock of my most recent personal style decisions. I'm not sure I like what I see. You see, I still take pride in my appearance - even though I'm bound to have some child-created gunk on me somewhere...lurking. I'm still the 'go-to gal' for my girlfriends and their personal style choices. I love fashion magazines and snarl loudly at anyone who tries to commandeer the latest Nordstrom catalog before I've completed my requisite quality time with it. But, it dawned on me that I had actually ventured out in public wearing trainers, that's right people, sneakers, the previous two days...and not done anything particularly athletic whilst wearing them. This is a problem. You see, I didn't even own a pair of sweatpants until I left my full time corporate job four years ago to fulfill my dream of being a full time mom. My family and my dream are now a reality, but my closet is home to at least half a dozen velour track suits and my shoe rack...well, we've already covered that. It's time to devote some serious thought to this awakening - join me while I open a bottle of Cabernet and indulge in a piece of 85% cocoa dark chocolate...wait, hmmmm....maybe there's another problem? :)