Someone else's mother

The macy*s shoe department used to send my pulse racing. The smell of leather, the smooth line of a well-shod leg . . . I would collect shoes like art. Details were everything.

Tonight, I walked through the macy*s shoe department, and was left cold. Nothing excited me. The few glimpses of something interesting were quickly cooled when I eyed the price. What happened to me!?

I did not feel the joy of shopping until I reached Sears. Sears!!! I bought a pair of Land's End all-weather mocs in dark brown, and a pair of leather soled sandals for my trip next week. I no longer recognize myself -- I've become someone else's mother.