Right foot forward … and into a puddle

I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t buy the right shoes.

I knew about the rain before I got here. I love the rain. I can’t get enough of it. I love the sound. I love falling asleep to its patter. I love that my apartment smells so fresh and clean.

I’m told I’ll feel differently come mid-February. Well, Yamhill Valley, bring it. I’m ready. I’m parched and sere from 18 Virginia summers. Know how some people get the blues from too little sunshine? I get the blues from too much. Every rainy day this fall, I’ve looked outside at the clouds and mist, the shiny sidewalks and the oblique light redefining the term “saturated colors,” and thanked the heavens above I live here.

All the same, I can’t give up suede ballet flats, platform peep-toe pumps with four-inch heels, stiletto sandals and va-va-voom boots. My shoe wardrobe is a terrible match for this climate.

Suede. Don't get it wet. Don't feed it after midnight either, I suppose.

My teenage daughter shares my hang-up. She bikes a 7 mile round-trip to school every day. She’s convinced she won’t have any intact shoes left come spring. Her Aunt Ellen has been in Portland a little longer. She made the disappointing point that the Pacific Northwest women we see wearing adorable footgear probably aren’t cycling everywhere. The rain is the reason we see so many Birkenstocks.

Cute wellies, Aunt Ellen proposed.

Meh, said the girl.

I feel her pain. Oh, ladies of Yamhill Valley. You look adorable in your Keens and your lug-soled Mary Janes. You really do. And I’m so tired of going everywhere in hiking boots.

Very sexy, mais non?

I know I have to break down. I have to buy the local flavor. New as I am in town, I’ve really embraced Oregon. (I wonder if I actually remember how to pump my own gas.)

I was yapping with one of the women I work with about this. What can I say, it weighs on me. She pointed out that plenty of women are marching around in heels. Yes, I said. But don’t they slip on the wet leaves and fall on their fannies? She offered confirmation with a diplomatic shrug.

I’ve bought a pair of rubber-soled flats that will stand up to the rain — another requirement fulfilled on my how-to-be-Oregonian checklist.

I think I look very Yamhill Valley with my stripey socks. I can tuck my right jeans leg into my sock and ride my bicycle and NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW that I'm from Virginia.

Yet, I can’t stop hunting for that nonskid, waterproof stiletto pump that just has to exist.

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About Liz

I'm the editor of Discover Yamhill Valley. I moved here from Virginia, and I'm falling in love with with Oregon. My weekdays are spent writing and editing. This blog is all about my weekends, which I spend adventuring and exploring, either from the back of a bicycle or with a glass of wine in my hand. Or a mug of beer balanced on my head. You never know.
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3 Responses to Right foot forward … and into a puddle

  1. It will be fun to follow along as you get used to your new surroundings! I’m a life long Oregonian, from a long line of life long Oregonians. There isn’t a day gone by that I don’t revel in all things Oregon. Friends will ask rhetorically “We just take it for granted don’t we?” to which I always respond, “No, I don’t”

    Welcome to Oregon Liz!

  2. jennifernice says:

    Liz,
    Your blog is super fun. I love your witty tone and fresh eye toward the Oregon lifestyle. It cracks me up how much you like the rain! Maybe some of your Miss Mary Sunshine (!) attitude toward our liquid sunshine will rub off on me….

    Jen

  3. Pingback: I’m a silver lining kind of girl | liz at oregon {dot com}

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