Give a Girl the Right Shoes...

...and she can conquer the world. 

(Marilyn Monroe)

A long, long time ago, I started a blog. On my blog I wrote my first post. And in that post I wrote a poem about shoes. I've blown away the dust, so you can read it here.

Fast-forward to 2011, and things have changed somewhat. A wedding on the horizon produced the necessity for both the bride- and groom-to-be to buy shoes. Usually, when it comes to weddings, no expense is spared; but we are sensible people, and know our limits. We also knew what we wanted from our respective wedding shoes.

So, while he secretly broke in his shoes by wearing them around the office, I secretly practised teetering around in mine at home.

Creative Scrappers sketch #187

Mine were grey felt with a scottie dog patched onto one; his were black and white and shiny. They certainly produced a lot of 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' on the day.

and dance we did

On that special day, it wasn't just about a girl and her shoes - it was about a boy and his, too. And you know what? We both knew we'd chosen the right shoes, and we both felt that we could conquer the world.

My First Post: No Shoes Poem

Despite my resolution to not buy any this year, I find myself needing some new shoes. What do I do? It doesn't really matter; I don't have the money to spend on them.

Alas! Alack! I cannot shop
For a single slingback
Or flip-flop!

I have not the dosh to be pedally posh
Nor the dough to become well-heeled.
There is not enough green – I just don’t have the means
For my feet to be evenly keeled…

I suffer in grumps this financial slump
And in silence the terrible dread –
This unfortunate lack of trainer or pump;
Buy a wedge? I’m too close to the red!

There is too much heat for my downtrodden feet
And destitution upon which to muse
There are not enough bucks; having old shoes sucks
I’m impoverished, in need of some shoes!