The red shoes I ordered came yesterday.
So comfortable! And so fun! I usually stick with muted blues, grays, and plums in my wardrobe, so red is a departure. One I should have made a while ago!
I was so reminded of a children's book I used to read to my daughter.
It was one of those books I read over and over, so many times that I had it practically memorized.
It's about a little girl who insists on wearing her red things even though her mother is always pointing out that the red gloves or boots or whatever either don't match or fit, or work for the particular weather. But the little girl is determined -- red is best!
It reminds me of my daughter, who always wore her red shoes with everything, including all her pink dresses.
Great memories. And I feel just like that little girl, with my new red shoes. "I can jump higher in my red shoes!" (Maybe.)
By the way, just to let you know how far I've come since I started blogging . . . or how far I've fallen . . . I just put these new shoes on right out of the box and snapped a couple pictures. Bam. Done.
When I first started blogging, I would have gone and shaved my legs, moisturized, and maybe put some tanning lotion on. I would have done a pedicure (even though you can barely see a toenail in the first picture and none in the second). And I would have swept and mopped the floor, or at least the part showing in the picture. Whew, no wonder I didn't get anything else done.
But now, you're all like good friends I can just invite in, even if things aren't perfect. So nice that.