New Shoes…
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Do you remember what having new shoes feels like? Not lately, when the price sends you reeling and you wish your feet were smaller/sexier/less flat (oh, that’s just me?). Remember new shoes when you were a kid? The excitement of opening that box? Of tearing back the tissue paper? Of pulling out something shiny, new-smelling and unworn? Of sliding your feet in and admiring your new footwear every five seconds as you walked along?
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I had forgotten. Imelda I am not… life has forced me into ‘sensible’ shoes and I live in one or two favourite pairs til they literally fall apart.
SPARKLING. WHITE. SHOES.
New sneakers in this house for this little man = excuse for footy practice.
Luckily SSB was around the house and was commandeered to “go long” as the new shoes were given a workout.
On your marks… sssseeeet…
GO!
They’re fast Mum! Do I look fast? Do I look twice as fast?
Racing to get the mini-football in amazing, twice-as-fast, new shoes.
(NB not ginormous snake in background, just a hose)
Look how far I can kick it Mum! Twice as high!
Aside: How flexible is this kid? Could it possibly be the same one who cannot bend over to put his own shorts or shoes on by himself?! Hmmmm…
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Dash’s new shoes now have their very first grass stains, their first scuff marks… the blinding white has dimmed slightly. And the constant, dangerous urge-to-look-at feet-whilst-running has lessened. But they are still loved, and at least for the next two weeks, will be regarded as “my new shoes!”.
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May your shoes bring you glorious moments of unhindered happiness, and many high kicks!
BUSH BABE
2 Comments
jeanie
Darling – the only way around “losing” these posts is to either start the creation process on them on the day you post them OR finish them, save as draft, copy the whole post, start a new one, publish that and then go back and get rid of the old one. Crap I know – apparently Blogger is toying with the concept of actually specifying the date you want your post to be, but its not here yet.
Why did I get tears again? Well, besides genetics and that time of the month – but you took me to that new shoe place, I suppose.
Raising Country Kids
Ah, new shoes. I have to say that at 31, I still walk around looking at my feet for a few days after getting new shoes. Alas, they don’t make me run any faster.