Dancing Shoes & Don’t Forget Me Blues

Somehow, red shoes always find me. I don’t go looking for them – they dance before my eyes and bedazzle and bewitch me with their loveliness. And then I wear them out, knowing more will throw themselves at my feet before long.

Here is the most recent pair that paraded before me in a Salvos Store. Soft leather with 2½" cone heels, the shoes by Akira have never been worn, and still had their price sticker on the soles – €65. I paid only $12.65 (or some odd price like that), which is a pretty good bargain. I call that a height fairly comfortable for walking about in too, without feeling hobbled by the end of the day.

The 1960s gloves are vintage, and are more of a deep periwinkle than they look in the picture. As much as I love the look of gloves, I often tend to forget to wear them, unless for warmth in winter. Made from nylon, these are certainly purely decorative, rather than practical – although mere decoration does not normally hold me back. What I need is a pair in forget-me-not blue!

Photo: August 2016