Stomping Grapes

I have two daughters and they are polar opposites.

Alexis is my frilly little diva who wants to be 27 when she is only seven. She likes high heeled shoes, make up, elaborate dresses and any type of jewelry. She has strong opinions about what she wants to wear and how she wants her hair styled. She is a typical girl’s girl.

Well Jazmine is not a diva. She prefers blue jeans and a t-shirt to a dress. She’s not a big fan of ear rings or any type of jewelry. She loves her Nike tennis shoes above all else, and she owns about four pair.

She likes her hair….but just on her head. Jaz is not big into hair styles and she could kind of care less what style it is in. If she could wear a ponytail for the rest of her life, I’d have to buy that girl a life time supply of hair bows!!

But they do share one commonality…….they both like shoes.

For Alexis the frillier the shoes the better. Alexis tends to like high heeled shoes. Three inch heels with bright colors are her favorites. And I will admit, at seven years old she can walk really well in them. I won’t buy three inch heels for her just yet but she is in my closet often and that doesn’t stop her from trying on shoes when we go shopping. Now they do make shoes for little girls with a heel and at every turn she is begs me for a pair.....I'm close to giving in!

Uh…..for Jazmine she's not so much into the girly shoe thing. Jaz is not very good at walking in high heels. The higher the heel the more it seems as if she is stomping grapes. But when we go shopping those are the shoes she tries on…..high heeled shoes. She just wants to try them on though….never wants to bring any home.
I think she tries them on to kind of bond with Alexis and I.

Jaz and I have figured out that if the heel is slightly lower she can walk in them a little bit better. Two inch heels are her ideal height. It makes her feel girly without the full fledged stomping grape walk.

Well my oldest baby, Jazmine, left for school in a pair of really cute, navy blue wedge heels on this morning......stomping grapes.

Maybe we should move to Italy.