My friend showed up at church one Sunday with a really nice pair of red shoes. Like, nice...the kind that cost $100.00 or more.
I realize that might not be a lot of money to spend on shoes for some people. It is to me. But I had recently tweaked my back hauling heavy boxes around at work and the chiropractor told me I needed better shoe support.
Besides, I wanted red shoes.
I went down to the spendy shoe store in town to shop. I couldn't find the exact pair my friend had, but I bit the bullet and walked out of the store with a pair much like them.
The shoes started bothering me right away. I tried to get comfortable in them, I really did. But they didn't fit right, they were too short. I had spent too much money to let them sit around and collect dust, so I took them with me when I visited my daughter a year ago. They didn't fit her, but my sister was there and she loved them. She was delighted to get the red shoes.
Shortly after I returned home, my daughter let me know my sister had forgotten to take them with her.
The red shoes sat in my daughter's closet for a year. And when I visited last month, I found them sitting prominently in the room my sister and I would be sharing. When we were packing to leave, I reminded my sis not to forget them. She said there was no way she had room in her suitcase. So, I brought them home.
I wore them yesterday, and they were really comfortable. My friend noticed them, too.
"Nice shoes!" she said, "I really like that color of brown."
I think tomorrow I'll go shopping for a pair of red shoes.