It’s not a secret to anyone who knows me or has ever seen me on stage, I love pretty shoes.  (I always wear fancy shoes on stage. If you don’t like what I’m saying you can always just look at the shoes.) Because of my shoe love people will send me shoe sayings and photos. (“Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world.” Marilyn Monroe. Is one of my favorites.)  I enjoy these shoes musings of course. I received this gem about a week ago.

A wedding cake but instead of a bride and groom there is a golden slipper.

First I thought how pretty and I love cake. Then I was disturbed.  Is this suggesting I should marry a shoe? I do love shoes, but I hope when I say this it is understood this is not the same as the complex and wonderful emotion of love for a person. But then I thought about it again (Did I mention I have insomnia?) I have several pairs of shoes that have out lasted many relationships. I have shoes that have been with me through some of my most crazy fun times and through some challenging times as well. And there they were offering support, their soles firmly connecting me to the ground, all without judgment.

My shoes have been there for me in richer and in poorer, in sickness and in health, the good times and the bad.  And truly for many pairs it is only when they died did we part. I’m a many time shoe widow.

Marry my shoes? Well no. But I won’t dismiss their impotence either. We have been through so much, but I will enjoy the cake.

Laura