In Praise of Red Shoes, and Spring.

Ah, my dear readers, like many women, I have many shoe stories, and like many women, over the years there have been several pairs that have been dear to my heart. I remember my first pair of jellies which I kicked off and lost inside Costco, never to be found my me or my parents (what can I say? I was a soccer player, I had a strong kick), and I remember the Keds I was so found of and kept until they practically fell off, and I remember my first pair of Converse, and many other beloved shoes, but I must admit, I have a special affection for red shoes. I remember my red sneakers, which I wore until they broke, and then I was without red shoes and so sad for years. Many times I searched for suitable red shoes, but failed in my quest. Over Christmas I purchased this pair of red shoes, and they have quickly risen to the rank of "favored". I wore them today, and it was delightful to look past my drab tan top, my brown pants, and see these wonderful red shoes peaking out. Honestly friends, I can't remember the last time I looked at my feet so often. Hooray for red shoes- where would we be without them?

Since we are on the subject of wonderful things, spring is coming! I experienced the first of, hopefully many, wonderful spring nights. The sun was setting, slowing, like a beaten foe who retreats into the darkness, the birds chirped the praises of victorious spring, and I saw the first small blooms on the neighbors bush. Fear not, friends! Warm weather is on it's way!