We all have a pair of shoes that tell a story. It may be a story remembered or a story that never happened, but shoes can speak volumes, after all they’ve walked many miles. This week we want you to take a picture of your favorite pair of shoes (or a pair of shoes with a story) and tell the story of those shoes. Where have they been? Where will they take you? Let the shoes do the talking!
Hey, what did we do before children? I can’t remember.
I don’t know…we went out dinner, traveled a bit, cocktails. We just walked a lot.
Remember when we used to go shopping on Newbury Street then meet up with the Alden’s at Cigar Masters?
Oh, right. I remember that! They’re so handsome. Then we’d walk across the street and check out the scene at Saks.
Mmmm hmmm…and sometimes we’d even take gorgeous couple home with us.
So naughty…even when we knew we shouldn’t do it.
Remember that time we went back to New York and ran into all those old shoes?
Oh my God. Are you talking about that time that we ran into the old sneakers? What were their names…?
Right, the Nikes! But we looked good that night!
Those old things didn’t expect to see us walk into that bar.
What about that French bistro in Beacon Hill…
Pierrot Bistro Francais?
Yes, that’s the place. We went there a few times.
Of course. I loved it because the walk from the parking lot to the restaurant was easy.
I’ll never forget that night we tried to walk on the cobblestones a Faneuil Hall.
Well, those cocktails sure didn’t help!
At least there was no permanent damage.
I miss us. I miss those times. I feel boxed in.
It’ll get better.
Seriously, I can’t live like this. I can’t stand this tiny box anymore. I need to get out and live a little! We barely even talk to our friends anymore. For God sake, they’re shut-ins now too!
Those really tall black ones must be going crazy…what were their names?
Oh, right…The Gucci’s…
Well, I don’t know about you but I’m kind of glad to see all those Blahniks get knocked off their high horse. What a bunch of elitists.
Do you think she’ll mow the lawn with us on her feet again this summer?
I hope so Choo…I hope so, because I think our glamour-filled nights are over.
At least we’re still the favorites. Thank God we’re pink.