Good morning family. My BIG presentation is today and I'm wearing my "Red Shoes" because I'm having a really bad hair day (smile) My stylist went out of town for her birthday, the nerve (LOL) Love and miss you all!
Originally post "Wednesday, June 11, 2008"
The "RED SHOES"
I have to admit that I use look at some women walking down the street who appeared to be feeling themselves and have often said, “I want some of that.” I’ve always considered myself a “Plain Jane.” I never really had the “it” factor. Something I blame my Chinese ancestors for ;-) Last year I had my closet done by the “Closet People” and if you don’t have one you should. Like the saying goes, you don’t have to be a celebrity to live like one. Because when I’m in my “Lil Boutique” I feel like Kimora Lee Simmons (smile).Anyway, once the closet people left and I began to neatly place my carefully selected items from Target, Marshalls and Ross in their assigned spaces, I stood back and saw that everything I owned was either black, grey or brown. With that being said, I headed to the mall with intentions on buying something colorful. Everything looked great on a hanger but I still didn’t have the nerve or confidence to buy it. I really wanted something red, something bold to fit the new me. I just couldn't’t do it. It’s something about the color red that scares me. I've always thought if I wore it people would say, “Who does she think she is?” So I gave up.A short time later, I attended a funeral. I did not know the woman personally but I knew that whenever I saw her in passing she always appeared to be very outspoken, joyful, so full of energy and passionate about life. She didn’t appear to be a woman who took a lot of Sh@&! After leaving the services like any other one I’ve attended in the past, it caused me to reflect on life and the shortness of it all. With that in mind, the next day I went to the mall with my sisters. While browsing in the shoe department a pair of CANDY APPLE RED PUMPS called out my name. Once I tried them on I couldn’t take them off. I had on a pink shirt and a pair of black pants. I paid for them, rolled up my pant legs and walked out the store with them on. As we headed towards the parking lot, I told my nieces and nephews to move back because once a guy saw me in those shoes, I didn’t want him to think that all those kids were mine. ;-)When I got home, I showed them to Max, my German shepherd and I wore them around the house the rest of the night. Now when I wear them, I think of the young lady that passed away and I think; now I have some of what she had. And by the way, they go great with a bad hair day ;-)