Red Shoes have Lift Off! This is my story. The red shoes sat untouched in my closet for 2 months. They looked like cheerful outcasts in a sea of black. I was committed to ignoring them. Then one day (don’t know what came over me) I put them on and walked out the door.
Red Shoe Zone
I am not a well heeled person, least of all a high heeled person. In fact the prospect of wearing high heels fills me with a little dread, a feeling of no way, I can’t pull this off, and maybe, with a slight nod to my former days as a placard wielding feminist, (ok
………do so as the Romans do (or in this case as Croatian women do)…at least make best effort! Split, Croatia – May 19, 2013 – I love the way European women look! They all seem to have an inherent sense of style that is….well….extraordinary. There’s something about each one that jumps out. The way a scarf
We were on a week long sail, meandering down the coast of northern Croatia. The Albatross was a motorized sailboat but to me it looked like a pirate ship. Twenty castaways from six countries were in the hands of Captain Allen and his three crew and we were off to discover new lands. Thankfully for (claustrophobic)
The red shoes never fail to disappoint. They connect me to fascinating people and the life lessons and insights just keep coming. Sshh – Don’t tell them but I’ve figured out their magic. Here it is. I’m always fully present when I wear them …laying in wait for that extraordinary thing to happen. Being in the moment allows me to
The red shoes were unceremoniously roused from a long winter’s nap (in the back of their Pacifc Northwest closet) and safely stowed for the long journey to Bali, Indonesia. I was curious to see if, even in distant lands, they would work their magic, inspiring learning and instilling their trademark lessons. They did not disappoint.
The POWER of the Like Minded “I like your shoes.” My husband and I had been winding our way through the streets of Ubud, Bali looking for lunch. A wild goose chase searching for a recommended vegetarian warung proved unsuccessful. Now, we were simply trying to decide where to plant our hungry selves. The Australian
My experience with these lovely red shoes was very brief. My daughter Sophie happened to be visiting at our home when the incident occurred. I thought I would introduce the red shoes to her by strutting down the hallway and entering the room where she was watching TV. “What do you think?” I proudly asked
I have to say when I first saw the ‘red shoes’ I felt a twinge of disappointment, they were not what I was expecting… I had assumed, although I’m not sure why, they would be more like a classic high heeled, red leather pump… the kind I wore in my younger days with my ‘power
The arrival of the red shoes in my life triggered an unexpected journey of exploration and self discovery.“THIS….is from a shoe???!!” I would exclaim every time insight and understanding dawned. Friends, members of The Women Who Love Shoes Club, smiled knowing smiles and nodded. They shared their stories and offered membership to the Club. While I’m still on