On July 1 of this year Debbie Harry turned 74. As the lead singer of the New Wave band Blondie, Debbie was not only known as a punk icon but she was also a prodigious trendsetter. In her memoir Face It, she writes about her decades-long life as a struggles and successes as an artist. But when asked by a reporter about any regrets, she insisted, “The only thing I regret is I can’t wear heels anymore.”
As much as I enjoyed the NY Times piece about Debbie Harry, it was this declaration that resonated. “The only thing I regret is I can’t wear heels anymore.” It’s worth mentioning that her rock star, life story presents a rich assortment of much more promising contenders for life’s regrets but no. Debbie’s only real regret is that she can no longer wear heels.
I empathize. Heels are the fashion staple that make us taller and give us slimmer silhouettes, longer legs, and a youthful, sensual feeling. Giving up heels is an acknowledgment that we have reached middle age.
In reality, we enter middle age sometime in our 40s. But it isn’t until our 50s or even 60s that the realization sets in. When it does, we begin reassessing our wardrobes and mourn the days of our youth when we could wear our skirts shorter, our tops tighter, and our heels higher. And so we reluctantly begin a wardrobe makeover. We wonder how we were ever able to to balance our bodies on sky-high heels for hours on end for days on end.
When I look at my own wardrobe, I take inventory of all of the heels I no longer wear that sit dormant in my closet collecting dust. I have given away many in recent years. But I still have quite a few that never see the light of day or the darkness of night. Like some of you I keep them because I think I will wear them again but most likely will not. However, I do still have a few standouts that I will slip on but only occasionally.
Actually I wore a pair out to dinner the other night. I ate, I drank, I danced and just like I did when I was young my heels were the first thing I took off when I got home. I have several regrets in life. But that night my only regret was too many glasses of champagne.
Eat well, laugh a lot, and be chic!