Wednesday, March 24, 2010

The shoe saga continues

I have my tiny special shoe shelf in place. I intend to take a picture once I locate my camera. Just about everybody needs their picture taken in the next few days because they've all gone puffy and round and I can tell they're about to grow.

I've instructed Elphine and Alouiscious about the shelf--ordinary always worn shoes on the shelf, boots in the back room, everything else in your rooms. For the last 24 hours its worked beautifully. I'm astonished at how satisfying this shelf is. On the whole, despite the objections of my husband, I really like the hall/entrance way, and the fact that you can see the copper pots hanging over the sink directly as you walk in the door.

I know I'm supposed to be writing a sermon and thinking about Jesus, but I'm completely distracted by the fatness of this baby, the pleasantness of the shelf, and the skyping of my husband.

3 comments:

Joyce Carlson said...

Still about shoes, here's one of the favorite poems of my childhood:

Choosing Shoes
by Frida Wolfe

New shoes, new shoes,
Red and pink and blue shoes.
Tell me, what would you choose,
If they'd let us buy?
Buckle shoes, bow shoes,
Pretty pointy-toe shoes,
Strappy, cappy low shoes;
Let's have some to try.
Bright shoes, white shoes,
Dandy-dance-by-night shoes,
Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes,
Like some? So would I.
BUT
Flat shoes, fat shoes,
Stump-along-like-that shoes,
Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,
That's the sort they'll buy.

It was always so difficult to be taken shoe-shopping by my father, who went for the fat, flat, stump-along shoes with ties, when I was so longing for buckle and bow shoes. It's marked me for life.

Jill C. said...

Joyce, I like that poem! I recall my mother attempting to recite some of it to us when my sisters and I were young, but she could never remember past the first few lines. Thanks for posting it!

Jill in TX (who now has to wear shoes that will accomodate a hearty Birkenstock insert to alleviate her plantar faciitis!)

quirkyskittle said...

I can practically recite that poem! It's in a kids'-poems book I've had since I was like three years old. (But I have to say, neither then nor now did I ever see the attraction of perhaps-a-little-tight shoes.) Ah, well!