“It’s not about the shoes. It’s about what you do in them.” Michael Jordan
At the end of August I was scheduled to go on a train trip with a friend. When my husband asked if I was packed and ready, I made an automatic response. “I just have to get a new pair of shoes. I’m going to do that on Sunday.”
For some reason I always relate new adventures with new shoes. There are also weddings and new dresses that are related, in my mind, with new shoes. Actually, the trip was going to be rather informal with a lot of tourist type walking. So I knew that I’d need some comfortable shoes. And then …
Before I commenced to go to the shoe store I examined my own collection of shoes. It’s not vast, about 8 pair, but all of the shoes are shoes that are comfortable and shoes that I love.
These are three pairs of my shoes.
There’s my magic, gold shoes that I wear when I want to win at cribbage. There are the black pair that I wore when I waitressed and spent hours on my feet in total comfort. Lastly, there are the comfy sandals I bought for a granddaughter’s wedding.
The craziest part of this whole adventure is that I made a promise to myself to get rid of half my possessions and not purchase anything that I didn’t absolutely need.
On Sunday morning my husband asked what time I was going shoe shopping. “I don’t need shoes,” I said. He looked at me as if I might be coming down with something. I was. I think it was common sense. And I knew it was going to be a great trip, even if my shoes didn’t take the fashion world by storm!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.