Happy Feet

A pair of pumps

I wore last year's black high heels to church today, with a swishy skirt and a pretty top, and by the end of the service, my feet were killing me! Did my feet grow over the summer? My toes were in agony!

Coincidentally (if there is such a thing!), just the other day, at church choir practice, the alto to my left and I were comparing our shoes (Yes! We took our eyes off the director to admire our footwear!), and we discovered that her feet are half a size smaller than mine. She lamented that she had recently given away a pair of slightly too-big shoes, and would have passed them along to me, instead, if she had known.

Well, today was her lucky day, shoe-wise, because when she and I were among the last ones left in the church kitchen after Coffee Hour, I slipped off my shoes and gave them to her, right then and there. "These are very pretty! Are you sure?"

Absolutely! I walked to the car barefoot and happy, my freed toes grateful - and my shoe collection edited, too. Works for me!

xo, LD