I bought a pair of red shoes. I think they may be the only pair of red shoes I have ever owned.
(Unless I had a pair of red Keds back when Keds were “IT”. I’m not sure if I did or not…Tera might have been the one with the red Keds and I had navy. Funny how you forget that stuff.)
Anyway, I believe that makes them blog worthy. They’re cute. They are SO cute, in fact, that this is the second blog post in which they are featured. Tera immortalized them on her fantastic color blog which you can visit by clicking right here.
Cute…and TOTALLY not me. All summer long for the past two summers I have chosen between two pairs of flip flops. Brown or black. When I want to be REALLY adventurous and make a statement, I grab the navy ones with the little flowers shyly embroidered across the tops. Or my gray-ish walking shoes for those occasions that call for something more rugged. When I dress up during the winter, I choose between two pairs of sturdy loafer pumps. Black or brown. Oh, and I have a pair of pretty black satin flats with black beads.
So, on a cool and cloudy day that made flip flops seem extraordinarily ridiculous, Grandma and I went shopping. I saw the shoes and thought they were cute and said so.
“You should get them!” said she.
“No,” said I. “I couldn’t. I would never wear them! I have NOTHING red to wear with them…..but….they are cute.”
“You should get them.” said she.
And I did.
And then we went to Wal-mart and I slipped off my trust ol’ flipflops that no one ever noticed and put on the red shoes. Every single person in the parking lot stared at my shoes as I walked by. They were like two SOS beacons that traveled with me…right into the lettuce and spinach section, past the canned peaches and pineapple, through the condiment aisle, up to the dairy department and then back to the express lane. Steadfastly resisting the urge to close my eyes and click my heels together while repeating “There’s no place like home.” over and over to myself until I actually found myself there, I only made it through the terrifying ordeal because it was a short list that day.
But I liked the shoes. I REALLY liked the shoes. They make me smile when I see them, and I even bought a red scarf to wear with them. They inspire me.
Then I went home for a concert. And decided to wear the shoes. But it took courage, I have to tell you. COURAGE. I had to be brave as I determined to wear them. I had to overcome the desire to camouflage my feet, and therefore myself so that nothing would be noticed. “Deep breath, Sage…you can do this.”
With bolsters of support that were my mother and sisters assuring me that they loved the shoes, and that I should definitely wear them, I resolutely marched out of the house and into the car. No turning back now.
“Gulp. Don’t be self-conscious, Sage. No one is going to notice your shoes that shine like Rudolph’s nose on a snowy nighty. Or the red that makes the red, white and blue trio as in Fourth of July fireworks that light up the sky. Or the stripes on a barber’s pole that lets the WHOLE TOWN know where to get a hair cut…..or…..stop it, Sage. Just walk.”
I walked into the church where the concert was held with all the braveness my very unfashionable-ness could muster and………….. smiled as I breathed a sigh of relief.
The carpet was almost EXACTLY the red of my shoes. As were the pew cushions. Everywhere I looked, I saw red. Red as the shoes that I now call my favorites and wear without fear whenever I want too….whether they match or not.
Thank you, Tera, for the photos. I love that first one, obviously. 😉