Love your creativity in creating a post! I had to look twice to discover the ornament aspect. My mother used to collect high heel china artifacts–not ornaments. We all loved their fanciness.
Oh how pretty. I loved walking and dancing in high heels. I felt so glamorous. I paid the price later with two knee replacements. They are so pretty. Very creative to hang on your tree. Cute
It’s actually a Christmas tree ornament from a friend who has read my book. Yes, I too have enjoyed the glamor of high heels, not knowing that the “clickety-clack” would one day consign me to lower heels. Glad you enjoyed this, Gloria! π
We both probably would have enjoyed wearing heels a lot more if we knew we’d be consigned to flats or kitten heels in this stage. I wonder if you wore red, blue, and purple as I did, Carolyn.
Thanks for making the connection. They are also a huge metaphor in my memoir. As best I can guess from your website, I think your name is David…hope I’m right! π
Iβm focused on the plant those shoes are hanging in. Rhododendron? Holly? Ilex? Guess it friends in the actual size of the shoes. What a find, given their prominence in your memoir.
Janet, the shoe was a gift, a “find” from one of my Southern Lady friends.
Your second guess is correct. It’s a holly tree, which very soon will probably sprout red berries. Nature, fortunately, seems unfazed by the virus, a good thing.
Marian, I’ve always loved the shiny red shoes you longed for and finally wore. A perfect metaphor in your memoir for what a plain girl dreamed of in her life to come.
In a word …Bliss! π
In the 70s I had two pairs of precious shoes . One was black platforms with a huge red heart on and the others were my huge ,platform red tartan ones because I was a huge fan of the Bay City Rollers . Fantastic! Happy days .
Cherryx
Cherry, I can imagine you strutting around with those black or red platforms in a filmy dress. You are the first to associate fancy shoes with “bliss,” which they are. Thanks and huge hugs from afar@ ((( )))
It may be wordless, but I responded to the words. “Fragile. Handle with care. Please.” It feels like fragile times. I can’t relate to the shoes other than to smile. I’m a hiking boot kind of woman and used to be a Birkenstock girl. My only red shoes were flats.
Elaine, I was waiting for someone to comment on the tag and you are the FIRST. But, of course, you would because you notice such things.
I’ve scaled down from my youthful, glitzy shoes to the more sedate kind, now Skechers because they have cured my plantar fasciitis. Flats only for me now. But I did have a pair of red flats I loved.
It seemed you wore red shoes for your TEDx talk. If they gave you confidence, it worked. π
Yes, life is fragile, and we are in “fragile” times too, which is why we must practice kindness, now more than ever. Sending huge hugs! ((( )))
My red shoes (flats) were important for my TEDx talk, book opening, receiving a book award in New York City, my nephew’s wedding. They’re in my closet waiting for me to take them out again when the world is not so fragile. I never had such sparkly fancy shoes as the pair in your photo. I decided in high school that high heels were a male invention to keep vulnerable girls from running away. Fortunately, I never had to test my theory.
Hi Marian – I used to wear pretty wild shoes back in my 20s. How I ever got around in them I couldn’t tell you! I’m relaxing right now and have 3 more days off so I’m in the groove!
Definitely shiny! π
An early morning outdoor photo, Merril. π
Hahaha–you’re fortunate to have fabulous shoe tree growing in your garden. It must be a Florida thing. π
Nice pun, Merril! π
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Christmas in July? Lucky you.
You’re right. A just-the-right-color gift, Arlene!
Red and green spells Christmas and it was a July gift! Yes, I’m lucky with a friend bearing gifts. Thanks, Arlene!
Those shoes were definitely not made for walking!
I never could walk in stilettos, but high heels, yes, once upon a time. π
Love your creativity in creating a post! I had to look twice to discover the ornament aspect. My mother used to collect high heel china artifacts–not ornaments. We all loved their fanciness.
Your mother loves drama (theatre!), so I’m not surprised she collected those china heels. I remember some that were made into pincushions. Yes, fancy!
Oh how pretty. I loved walking and dancing in high heels. I felt so glamorous. I paid the price later with two knee replacements. They are so pretty. Very creative to hang on your tree. Cute
It’s actually a Christmas tree ornament from a friend who has read my book. Yes, I too have enjoyed the glamor of high heels, not knowing that the “clickety-clack” would one day consign me to lower heels. Glad you enjoyed this, Gloria! π
The perfect ornament for you, Marian. Love this splash of color. π
I believe you know shiny red shoes became a metaphor in my story. And, yes, I know you love color too, L. Marie. Thanks! π
OH, to be able to wear those again!! Not to be, but fun to think about. Thanks for the imagery.
We both probably would have enjoyed wearing heels a lot more if we knew we’d be consigned to flats or kitten heels in this stage. I wonder if you wore red, blue, and purple as I did, Carolyn.
Ruby slippers.
Good morning, David, and welcome! Yes, Dorothy’s ruby slippers have earned an entry in Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruby_slippers
Thanks for making the connection. They are also a huge metaphor in my memoir. As best I can guess from your website, I think your name is David…hope I’m right! π
I absolutely LOVE them. Perfect. I had some great shoe ornaments that I regret I didn’t bring with me to Spain.
Maybe you can buy a flamenco shoe ornament, Darlene. Or ask for one as a gift. Paul will probably take the hint – ha!
What a great idea!! xo
Thanks, Darlene!
Iβm focused on the plant those shoes are hanging in. Rhododendron? Holly? Ilex? Guess it friends in the actual size of the shoes. What a find, given their prominence in your memoir.
Janet, the shoe was a gift, a “find” from one of my Southern Lady friends.
Your second guess is correct. It’s a holly tree, which very soon will probably sprout red berries. Nature, fortunately, seems unfazed by the virus, a good thing.
Shiny red shoes β ya gotta love ’em!
Thanks, Laurie! π
When you’ve been a plain girl, sometimes you have to go all out!
Once a plain girl, you certainly understand the impulse for “fancy.”
By the way, Happy (soon) Birthday, Shirley, and many more to come!
Marian, I’ve always loved the shiny red shoes you longed for and finally wore. A perfect metaphor in your memoir for what a plain girl dreamed of in her life to come.
Yes, Sherrey, the fancy girl won out. And you understand it well as a metaphor in my story. Thanks! π
I know someone who love fancy red shoes… π
Ha Ha! You have my number, Liesbet. . .
I wonder which one would have been more tempting for Eve: the Apple or the shoe?!
You ask the most probing questions, Elfrieda. Apple or shoe, I don’t know, do you?
Thanks for checking in today. π
Love the shiny shoes! Hope they donβt click together and show up in Kansas.
Bonnie, I believe they are staying in Jacksonville. Very clever! π
Love them! π
Bette, when you read Mennonite Daughter, you’ll discover they are a motif in my story. It’s good to see you here again! π
Brilliant! Love them π
Thanks, Carol. I know you like beautiful things, including shoes! π
From an early age it was red shoes.. X
You have the pizzazz, CaROLL!
Love it, love it, LOVE IT! β€β€β€
Thanks for your enthusiastic response here, Fatima – and I’m noticing how much you are enjoying travel again. π
In a word …Bliss! π
In the 70s I had two pairs of precious shoes . One was black platforms with a huge red heart on and the others were my huge ,platform red tartan ones because I was a huge fan of the Bay City Rollers . Fantastic! Happy days .
Cherryx
Cherry, I can imagine you strutting around with those black or red platforms in a filmy dress. You are the first to associate fancy shoes with “bliss,” which they are. Thanks and huge hugs from afar@ ((( )))
It may be wordless, but I responded to the words. “Fragile. Handle with care. Please.” It feels like fragile times. I can’t relate to the shoes other than to smile. I’m a hiking boot kind of woman and used to be a Birkenstock girl. My only red shoes were flats.
Elaine, I was waiting for someone to comment on the tag and you are the FIRST. But, of course, you would because you notice such things.
I’ve scaled down from my youthful, glitzy shoes to the more sedate kind, now Skechers because they have cured my plantar fasciitis. Flats only for me now. But I did have a pair of red flats I loved.
It seemed you wore red shoes for your TEDx talk. If they gave you confidence, it worked. π
Yes, life is fragile, and we are in “fragile” times too, which is why we must practice kindness, now more than ever. Sending huge hugs! ((( )))
My red shoes (flats) were important for my TEDx talk, book opening, receiving a book award in New York City, my nephew’s wedding. They’re in my closet waiting for me to take them out again when the world is not so fragile. I never had such sparkly fancy shoes as the pair in your photo. I decided in high school that high heels were a male invention to keep vulnerable girls from running away. Fortunately, I never had to test my theory.
Elaine, you made me think of a quote: “If you donβt think shoes are important, just ask Dorothy or Cinderella!”
I’m glad you never had to test your theory about the invention of high heels, which sounds plausible.
I don’t know if I could wear those to work, but they would definitely look pretty!
I guess it depends on your sense of balance – and “tolerance” for glam!
Take it easy this weekend, Barbara. π
Hi Marian – I used to wear pretty wild shoes back in my 20s. How I ever got around in them I couldn’t tell you! I’m relaxing right now and have 3 more days off so I’m in the groove!
Stay in the groove, Barbara, you certainly deserve it – with or without SHOES! π
Oh, these are delightful!
Thank you, Lady Fi!