It’s fair to say Gadora has been living as a vagabond, albeit a fairly glamorous one, for the last few years. The BFF graciously took me in a little under 2 years ago and her generosity since has been monumental. We have such an exceptional time together, she and I in our adventures, laughing our way through this thing called life. As a result of being slightly disheveled, and in the hopes of securing my next best nest, I’m as slow to unpack here as I have been in the last few spots I’ve hung my temporary hat (a finely crafted fedora is actually a hair more accurate). In the process, it turns out, I can live without quite a lot.
The ONE thing I’ve been sure to cart around are my… shoes. Upon moving in, I took over what was then the office. She let me rearrange furniture and call the space my own. We’ve been peas in a cozy pod until this week’s acquisition of fuchsia Hello Kitty skimmers (below) prompted a reorganization of my entire collection of shoes: reds with same, dressy metallics on the left, black pumps grouped together, flops and sneakers to the right just out of frame and boots (not pictured) paired toe-to-toe and heel-to-heel along the top shelf of my closet. I. Seriously. Love. Shoes.
I’ve still not dragged home all of my shoes from my parents’ place, but have managed to fashion my closet after the one I so loved in Park Slope. My former decade in the shoe-biz still provides some of my most heartfelt connections and memories—ones for which I am eternally grateful—and allowed me to amass a rather covetable shoe collection. While the last two years hampered Gadora from adding crisp and fancy footwear to my current library, I’ve had a marvelous time getting back to my boots, errr… roots while hunting for vintage shoes.
Over the weekend the BFF and I jaunted off to Goodwill for a few Halloween costume ideas, where I returned practically empty-handed… armed with nothing more than a new pair of (old) shoes. Hello Kitty! Ok, they’re not really Hello Kitty, but they boast a kitten, sporting a gold collar, playing with a ball. How cool are they? And besides, I miss mine immensely (see yesterday’s post).
They are utterly ridiculous—and that makes them entirely fabulous.