Shoe is one, if not thee most important item in every woman's wardrobe. I remember Shirley asking Laverne this most important question ~ "Pump or flat?"~ right before she went out with Carmigne Raguso. (Don't mock my spelling. You don't know how it's spelled, either. Criminy.) Anyway, I was but a child when I heard the word, not privy to the power of the pump, but instantly my spidey sense tingled and I knew that this thing...this pump...was going to play a very large part in my own life one day and that I should pay close attention.
Shoe is pretty. Shoe is forgiving. Shoe fits no matter how many "tastes" of cheesecake you may have stabbed off with your fork that afternoon. No judgement. No "Hmm. Looks like somebody needs to exercise some will power now, don't they?" None of that crap. Shoe loves us, so we love shoe.
And Blue? Well, let's first clarify which blue we're referring to. It's sky, robins egg, cornflower and brilliant. Not necessarily midnight, cobalt or navy. Just had to be clear.
Blue is an October sky. Blue is my photo-shopped eyes. Blue is the "pretty" room in my home, the brooch on my vintage hat and the watering can on my porch. It is my new favorite and I can't imagine how we ever parted ways from my first inclination toward loving it, till now. I must admit, I went astray for several years in the interim. I was young. I was naive. I was seeking for greener pastures. But Blue waited patiently for my return. And I did.
So Blue and Shoe are two of the most beautiful temporal things I have in my life. Couldn't live without them. Separately, they are Heavenly, but put the two together and you have synergistic CELESTIAL GLORY! What more could a girl want? Besides a giant bag of Good~N~Plenties and a Diet Coke with lime over rabbit poop ice? And I've got both of those covered ~ and my shoes still fit. Aaahhh. Life is good, people. Life is good.