Back to the Red Shoes...

So I never got to share about my Red Shoes that night. I am wiggling my toes inside the warm surroundings of the patent Red Shoes on my feet. They are the second pair of Red Shoes I have purchased this year. Pleased with myself I tell you that I paid very little for both. In fact, so little that one pair didn't even break a common Blue Bill. Yet in their simplicity and financially humble state they are surprisingly pleasing to me and my girlish thoughts. I wiggle my feet about every so often, catching the gleam of the sun bouncing off the tops. They are shiny and clean and Fire engine Red! They are the only color on a typically black enrobed body. They have little straps across the top that meet in a tidy little bow and gently sit atop my foot. The are soft soled which also pleases me as when I walk, they are not clicky and noticeable...I can be sneaky.... Although, I do enjoy a good clicky shoe every once in a while.

For whatever reason, the Red Shoes are making me giggle every time I look at them. Maybe they remind me of being a little girl, although I don't recall having a pair when I was one. None the less, I am still amused by them. Maybe it's that they are so bright! They look like a stop light! Maybe it's that I have found myself hiding in black for various reasons over the years and when I wear the Red Shoes I feel like I am being more honest with who I am and that the truth of it is that the shoes represent the part of me that I might be hiding. Not because I don't want others to see me, but because I don't want others to judge me. my size, shape, style, taste, ahhhh...the truth....Fear! Hmmm.....Funny how a little pair of Red Shoes can say so much....even that makes me giggle a little. Truth is a funny thing sometimes!

Well they are on, I am wearing Red Shoes and I am slowly learning to be me again. Even if it's one shoe at a time!

C