When I was little, no more than 3 or 4 years old, I had a book called New Blue Shoes (I actually still have it and am balancing it in my lap as I type this). In it, a little girl named Rebecca is taken to get a new pair of shoes. She insisted that she get, “new blue, nice blue, nice new blue shoes.” As you might guess, soon after being read this book, I started requesting my own new blue shoes.
Despite that early conditioning, these days my tastes run more to red shoes than blue. I have a number of pairs and those up there are my current rosy footwear infatuation. I got them a few weeks ago at Target. When I moved to put them in the cart, Scott raised an eyebrow at me and asked, “Do you really need those?”
I smiled winningly and said, “It’s not a matter of need exactly.” And so I got my new red shoes.
You know, that book has a special place in my heart, too.
When I was a junior in high school, my American Government teacher loved that book (among other random things, like the movie City Slickers). If anyone wore new shoes to class, he would read us that book, and then make us do a “new shoe dance” and sign an autograph book.
Some people would try to avoid having to do the dance by changing shoes before class, until their shoes lost that new look. Of course, the others would rat that person out. Because everyone had to do the new shoe dance.
Also, those shoes look super comfy in addition to being cute. I always forget that Target has shoes.
Love the new red shoes!!
That took me back… I had the same urges for blue shoes. I had a pair of cobalt-blue Capezio flat oxfords that I wore for more than a decade. Little rubber bottoms that started out size six but grew along with me. They stained every sock that came near them. And God I wish I still had them.
But there is nothing like a red pair of shoes. It’s almost like the rest of your outfit doesn’t even matter when your shoes are red. The ones in the pic are squishing my heart right now.