I APOLOGIZE

Dear Beautiful Shoe Designer Paul Smith,

I raved about your shoe just yesterday in this post. I was delighted to have discovered your beautiful shoe on an impromptu trip to a vintage/resale store. I need to know something though. It's just between me and you, no one else.

WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?

What did I ever do to you? Why would you create a shoe so beautiful that it single handedly changed my belief system and morals about white shoes? Do I know you? Did I date you and do you wrong? Did I steal money from you when we were kids? There has to be a logical reason why you would create a shoe that felt like I was walking on hot rocks.

Why would I discover your beautiful designer shoes on Saturday and hate you on Sunday? Do you have a vendetta against women? Did your mother do you wrong? Is this revenge? Please tell me. I need to know. There has to be a reason why when I stepped into church in your shoes that I felt like Lucifer himself was attacking my feet. Do you know how hard it is to play off hurt feet when you are strutting in church? DO YOU! YOU NEED TO KNOW...IT IS NOT EASY!


I want you to know how powerful my God is my dear Beautiful Shoe Designer. Instead of chucking these beauties out of the window doing 110 mph, I am going to still rock your shoe. I will rock them when I know that I have less than 10 paces from the car to my destination. Then I will sit and cross my legs in my seat and stroke you under the dinner table. To show you unconditional love. That's the kind of God I serve. A kind and merciful God.

So I say to you for inflicting pain on me...I AM SORRY and I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU! You will become a staple in my closet and I refuse to push your shoes to the back of my closet. Nope, I won't do it. I am going to learn to work with your creation. If it wasn't for that pretty wooden heel and the pretty pretty bow, I would have thrown your shoe in the pits of hell but that's not What Jesus Would Do:)

Will I actively seek out more of your creations in the future? No. But I will not forsake the ones that I have. They brought me such joy when I first laid my eyes on them. You can't have that moment back. It's mine. But I will not throw you in the Lake of Forgetfulness. You are mine and I cherish you even though you hate me.

I will end this letter with something positive. (That's what they tell us teachers to do when we are talking to parents about their bad kids:) I did feel pretty in your shoes every time I sat down.

Sincerely,
God's Favorite Believer

Amen.................................................lol.....ouch ouch........lol!!!

Worth Breaking the Rules...

Typically, I am not one for white shoes...EVER. EVER. EVER. I think of old ladies sitting in church fanning themselves. I hate white wedding shoes on anyone's feet...I am personally rocking red heels for my own.

Then I saw these babies....at...you guessed it...a thrift store. I was lured in by the heels and the pretty pretty bow (yes, I said it twice). Then I was sucked in by the buttery leather. Then I slipped them on and I just wanted to tap dance right there in the store. The shoes were in the "boutique" section of the thrift store (THE NERVE!). I looked at the name brand and although Inever heard of Paul Smith Shoes...I knew he was someone I was about to get to know.

So, for $25 I decided that I was going to step out of my comfort zone and rock some white shoes. I can easily jazz these up...it's all about confidence. Then I got to the register and the lady said $18.75, so then I literally broke out into a dance right then and there...(I have witnesses:)

I get home and because I just knew in my heart that Paul Smith Shoes needed to be researched. WHY are his shoes between $100-$700 bucks! What What What! I am really hitting the motherload these days.

A Private Word With My Sponsor: Thank you to my sponsor (fiance') for allowing me to be introduced a new designer through your financial contributions. I appreciate it! lol)

So I present to you quite possibly God's Favorite Shoe..(I am sure he would approve of these because I can go to church in these)! All I need is my oriental fan, and I'm off to praise him!

By the way, in case you were wondering, I have never been one to follow rules. I get it honestly, my mom is the queen of being a rebel. So I BITE MY THUMB on that whole No WHITE AFTER LABOR DAY. (That was totally a Teacher moment...Bite My Thumb is a line from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet play)

Anyway, who made this rule up? Was it because they didn't own any cute white shoes to wear so they decided to force everyone to abide by this rule? And what if I did wear them to that person's house in November?

Would they have thrown animal blood on my shoes?

Would they have shunned me?

I really want to know what happens to one if White is worn after Labor Day! Someone please enlighten me. I need to know. Because I live in Texas where it is hot year round...there is no such thing as winter here. So I shall rock these with Skinny jeans and blazers or little vintage dresses any day that I feel like it...I dare you to stop me! (he he he he)

What do you think about the No White after Labor Day rule?