5th August 2018
I was clearing out some boxes that were secretly stashed at the bottom of my wardrobe, actually I forgot about them. There were about six of them, I wondered what was in each one, I took them out and placed them on my bed in great anticipation of what I might find, I opened the first one and there was a lovely pair of red stilettos that were about 15 years old, and I hadn't worn in ages, the second one were some flats, third some pumps, all the boxes contained shoes of some style that I hadn't seen for an eternity.
Why have I kept all theses old shoes, I thought, when I hadn't worn any of them for years, all lined up I looked at them. Yes they are all Red, and that's why I couldn't bear to part with any of them.
I had discarded all different colours and style's down the years, couldn't spot any of them, not even in a line up, but these were my special collection, some you could wear today and some absolutely not. Was it because each one had a special significance? No, I examined each one, it was the colour. I thought about it and searched my brain for hours that evening, it was definitely not my obsession with the film the Wizard of Oz, but my darling Mother bought me a pair of red shinny shoes when I was 8, I loved them so much, I would have slept in them. Since then if I buy some new shoes my eyes always goes to the red ones even before the style, or if I like the style I will always ask do you have them in Red?