The Shoe Must Go On

I do believe the shoe situation has been resolved. The funny thing is, I've had them all along. Last year (or was it two years ago? I can't remember anymore) I had the ambitious idea of making an ostentatious outfit for New Year's Eve. It was going to involve spandex, and gold lame', and some leopard print, and was all going to be perfectly fabulous. Of course, the outfit never got made. The leopard fabric is still sitting on a shelf in my sewing room, another great idea chucked into the abyss of I'll Get Around To It.

During the development of this project, I happened across a fabulous pair of shoes at Savers, my most favorite secondhand retail establishment. They were vintage, they were loud, they were glittery, they were silver and gold, they were everything you want a New Year's Eve experience to be, a shoe-in, so to speak. Sadly, they were a half-size too large. I figured I could suffer through one night for fabulosity. Tragically, they had no outfit to complete. So they likewise sat on a shelf in my closet, awaiting their big break.

After days, weeks, months of scouring department and specialty stores across the state, I was still empty-footed. Then the seed of an idea planted itself. What if...? Could they really...? No harm in trying.

They were still a half size too large. Not that I had expected my feet to grow in a year's time, but stranger things have happened. So I fiddled and figured, and decided to try a creative approach. My mother found some inserts for both sole and heel, and with that combination and a pinch of desperation, the shoes became THE SHOES. Silver and gold to give a touch of Jazz Age, a solid heel to stand up to garden paths, and finally the New Year's That Wasn't turns into the Wedding That Will Be. Ladies and gentlemen, I have found my sole mates.