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 her. Her reply was simply, “Mom you are going to have an accident in those shoes!!”
I explained the history and legacy of the shared footwear. She loved the idea, the journey of the shoes. I decided to sit in a chair, cross my legs, swinging and swaying my festive feet before her as we talked.
At that moment the chair seat collapsed through its frame taking my ample bottom with it. I was decidedly stuck. As I clambered around with the festooned feet elevated I pulled myself out catching a nail in my left cheek.
I cannot remember a recent time that I have heard my daughter belly laugh that loud. The shoes accompanied me to my workplace the next day. They were admired and held. I wore them only once more.
That was when I entrusted to the next scheduled wearer, Debbie. She thought they made my legs look sexy. Now that’s poetic justice!