Happy Feet

I have an oddly balanced inner self. Many of you know the over analytical robotesque over achiever (hence the 3 jobs and 3 volunteer gigs). This crazy machine like Trish is balanced by a free thinking densely artistic and spontaneous being How do the two co-exist? Well, it's quite fun, they are similar to the devil and angel on the shoulder syndrome. Every now and again one wins the race against the other, but most of the time they are head to head racing towards the finish line. These pink shoes are the artsy urbanista winning out. (my friends from Jersey will recall my days of getting up and having nothing to wear...I'd go to my fabric bin and make myself a shirt for the day...thats the perfect balance of the two).

Back to the shoes...this is an odd story.

Many of you may not know, but I bought these pink shoes simply because they remind me of my evil step grandmother. I don't remember much about her, besides the fact that I wasn't overly fond of her...she used to frighten me. Maybe it's because she used to try and put her purple lipstick on me as a child and send me running from the room frantically trying to get away. Anyway, I distinctly remember that she had one of those cotton head wraps that was basically like a swim cap, yet made to look like you wrapped it on your head. The front of the head wrap was gathered with a band just like the top of the shoes.

I bought the shoes for that exact reason... They make me smile every time I look at them and I amuse myself thinking of crazy old ladies.