So the story of my red shoes are this... I was invited to compete in a blues dance competition. I traveled down to St. Louis especially for it. It had been ages since I bothered to dress up for a dance so it might as well be for a special out-of-town event, yes? Went digging around for new used stuff at Plato's Closet and found these not so hush puppies.
Went up for competition and the only outstanding thing that came of it were shouts about the sexy red shoes. Hehehe.. forgot to mention I broke them in the night of the competition... :) Unfortunately, few dances later, a couple seriously crashed in to me and my partner. Now there is a gouge of red out of the shoe. Sure, I mighta twisted an ankle or something... but the shoe!!
Update: I'd probably took them out for a walk once since then. Then with the news of the movie audition for swing dancers, I'd decided to dance in heels again. So I brought the girls out on the town to Fizz. There Keir took this lovely picture... Ain't she sweet?
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