Pre-marriage and subsequent baby in the carriage, I considered myself tragically hip - and, yes, maybe somewhat enslaved to trendy footwear. In fact, as a New York City single twentysomething, I even went so far as to fork over one entire paycheck for a pair of Jimmy Choo stilettos. Fortunately for both my pocketbook and husband, I am currently comfortably ensconced in my role as sensible mommy, … [Read more...]