Sexy Pocahontas

Sadly, not all of my shoes have names. All are cherished I assure you- but only a select few weasel their way into a proper name.

The first time I saw these shoes I was in Vegas, origin of many of my flashy  shoes- go figure. My friend told me they were borderline costume and I really didn’t need another pair of shoes. Which is true. But when did need and shoes ever matter with a pair of shoes like this?

Anyhow, maybe it was the fringe maybe it was Vegas… but I went back and adopted this pair.

I admit I don’t wear them often but when I do its often with a suede leather dress of the same color. I feel rather native and somehow these shoes were deemed Sexy Pocahontas. And now I have friends who refer to them by the same name.

Yes they are sexy, but more important they are fun to walk in. Something like the feeling I got when I had tiny beads on the ends of my braids when I was eight and is was fun to feel the beads dangling and whistling about as I walked. The fringe swishes as I walk creating the sensation of my feet passing through a car wash. Maybe I’m still 8, but fringe makes walking more fun.