Click Clomp, Click Clack

I have always loved shoes, and most of all the sound that some shoes make. As a little girl there was nothing better than walking down a long corridor in patent leather mary janes, making the halls reverberate with a diminutive version of the staccato clacking of a woman in pumps.

That sound, the click of the heel and the clomp of the ball of the foot, signals fresh, energetic, feminine, productive, and down to business. The lighter the click, the more brisk and fun, the heavier the clomp, the more frumpy.

When I wear shoes that click and clomp I take on the persona of their sound. This weekend I bought a pair of flats with a miniscule kitten heel. Their comfy as can be, and they have the perfect aural quality. On the way to school this morning the business like rhythm of my own feet helped me forget how tired I've felt all week and energized me for the day ahead, which I anticipate will be full not only of clicking and clomping, but also lots of productive clicking and clacking on my computer.