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I have a collection of red shoes. Growing up my dad would moan about red shoes -- I wasn't "allowed" to have them. There were various reasons for this very nonsensical rule. In a passive move of rebellion I chose a red dress for junior prom. Naturally I would also need red shoes. Mom bought them for me. My dad was not impressed. (Today, my daughters clomp around in those old red prom shoes and love them as much as I did.)
It was the first step on a slippery slope. Mom has been buying me red shoes for 20 years. It is remarkable how many outfits can be built around red shoes. It's not so much about the outfits, though. I think it's more about becoming myself. Being the kind of person who will wear a funky pair of shoes with confidence and a smile. I just can't help it, red shoes always add a little kick to my day and joy to my spirit.
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And I drive a red car...because I can find it in the parking lot and because it adds kick to my day and a smile to my drive!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE red shoes! This is a great little glimpse into the ways and items that contribute to finding our individuality. I like how unwilling your dad was to see you grow from a little girl into an independent woman. Thanks for sharing!
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