born and raised in Kansas City, red shoes are glittery and have the power, when
clicked, to take you home.
Halloween. The dress was easy. The shoes less so. Simple red shoes wouldn’t do;
I needed ruby slippers. I bought a pair of red shoes, covered them in rubber
cement, and dunked them in glitter. I left a trail of sparkle behind me all
closet. There are no red shoes. There have never been any red shoes (I threw
away the glitter shoes the morning after).
pair that makes the Stiletto Gang’s new logo look like flats.
owning her sexuality, or do they simply add a pop of color to a black ensemble?
a closet like mine. No red shoes. There are navy and black and beige pumps.
There are boots (so many boots). There are sandals in delicate spring shades.
There are white espadrilles for summer. There are gold stilettos. No red.
they make her feel powerful or sexy. She’d wear them because they look good
with her dress.
meaning of the red shoes in their closets. Who am I kidding? Their red shoes
are tossed under their beds…but that’s another blog.
She is a Kansas City native who grew up on a steady diet of Agatha Christie. She spends her spare time whipping up gourmet meals for her family, working out at the gym and finding new ways to keep her house spotlessly clean–and she’s got an active imagination. Truth is–she’s an expert at calling for take-out, she grumbles about walking the dog and the dust bunnies under the bed have grown into dust lions.