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.

Every end of May there is a pilgrimage to Vegas for my dear friend Patricia’s birthday. It is our homage to ‘How Stella Got Her Groove Back’ weekend. Always fun, but nothing like ‘Hangover’. Well maybe a tiny bit some years…. But what happens in Vegas….

This last May I lost my left shoe some where on Las Vegas Blvd. How…How you might ask does someone lose one shoe? Well the simple answer is “ I don’t know”. It apparently happens a lot based on the number of single shoes I see on the side of the highway.

I thought of putting a picture of my solitary shoe on a milk carton, but its departure only seems important to me.

This pair of shoes were stylish and an important part of my shoe family.  The loss stings a bit more because the acquisition of this pair was a challenge, not a simple walk in and buy situation. I hunted this pair down.  Shoe junkies know, the hunt is sometimes fierce.

So if you happen to see a one legged drag queen hopping down Tropicana Blvd in a 5-inch wedge with natural leather filigree, stop the she male and ask questions! Offer a reward! What ever it takes!

The big dilemma is what to do with the one shoe I have left?

I ran across this photo from a recent runway show… so here is the new solution to all the unpaired shoes of the world.

Laura