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The reliable pump

My fascination with black patent pumps goes back to a time almost before memory.

They were the footwear of choice for women in the 1960’s and my mother undoubtedly wore them often as did most women of the period.

It seems that they have been imprinted in my mind as the footwear of choice and have become my safe bet when shooting for feminine, formal and classy.

When I was first going into my mother’s closet, it was the shoe I would most often try on and wear when she was not home and this is the likely reason it remains such an absolute favourite for me.

Even if I am tall (I measure 6’ 1”) I manage to get away with a 1 to 2” heel although I will also wear a flat if I want to walk a lot. This is why I will often have a backup pair of ballerinas in the car just in case.

I remember nervously buying my first pair in my early twenties and the nervous energy that it took to complete that transaction. Compare that to today when I am regularly buying shoes as a woman without the slightest hesitation.

Life can surprise.

These shoes have, in some ways, become a significant symbol in my life journey. They have been idolized and stressed over and have finally become something I can enjoy and wear without fear or worry.

What an immense relief that has brought to my life.

So as I reflect on these iconic shoes and to the impact they have had on my life, I can say that all the worry, guilt and shame over wanting to wear my mother’s shoes was all wasted energy.



  1. I agree that the black pump is the best and most reliable of all shoes. I have been on a life long quest to find the perfect black pump. I have three times as many high heels in my closet as my wife has in hers and yet the one perfect black pump continues to elude me. I do have adequate stock to find a shoe that will go with most of what I wear out but which ever one I pick I sometimes thing there is one a bit better that I need to add to the collection.


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