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If These Shoes Could Talk

I click on the closet light and yank a sweater off the shelf to pull it over my head. That makes three layers. I lean down to slide my hand along the chilly wood floor, pushing aside wool skirts and cordoroy slacks as I search for my fuzzy slippers. No luck. I do find a colony of dust bunnies and a pair of sandals, however. The shoes must have accidentally been left behind in the Columbus Day transition.

Our Seaplane Adventure - That cute flip-flop and his twin followed us everywhere
Our Seaplane Adventure – That cute flip-flop and his twin followed us everywhere

I glance down at the girly-girl heels in my hands. I miss summer. I bet they do, too. If my sandals could talk, what would they say about our years together? I sit on my bed, hugging them close as ideas float through my head.

We biked through Old Town, Key West and sunned ourselves at South Beach. The sand was quite hot!

We treated ourselves to pedicures. Our favorite color was Powerful Pink, a stunning combination with my metallic blue leather, if I do say so myself.

We attended a July wedding and my comfy soles allowed you to keep up with your Dad and son on the dance floor.

We explored Jefferson Fort at Dry Tortugas National Park and climbed to the top for a breathtaking view of the Atlantic. You appreciated my sturdy heels.

One of many incredible views at Fort Jefferson
One of many incredible views at Fort Jefferson

We splashed through rain puddles (and we didn’t complain) while you played at Universal Islands of Adventure with the family.

We lounged in the backyard with girl friends and you drank strawberry margaritas and listened to island music. Thank you for being careful and not spilling sticky drinks on me.

The margarita reference reminds me of the task I still have to finish, the one I was in the middle of when I became too cold in my den to concentrate. I shake my head and laugh. Yes, I’m caught, guilty as charged–Number One Procrastinator. I have a post to write, and here I am, reminiscing about summer with inanimate objects. I shiver under my three layers of tops. Darn, it’s cold in here. Maybe I’ll grab a blanket out of the linen closet on my way downstairs, make a cup of hot chocolate, and sit by the fireplace while I brainstorm more ideas.

I set my pretty blue flowered sandals on the tippy-top closet shelf. That way they won’t have to fight off the dust bunnies while they wait for summer to return.

If an item of yours could talk, what would it say?

10 comments on “If These Shoes Could Talk

  1. Oh, Jolyse, I can so relate to this post. No matter how many layers I put on, I can never get rid of that chill in my bones. How I long for the hot months of summer and the cute shoes! All of my colorful sandals are packed away in shoe boxes just dying to get out. Aside from my summer shoes, I miss our hummingbirds during the winter, they are one of my favorite things about summer. Well, January is just about over so we’ll be showing our toes before we know it! In the meantime, I’ve got your beautiful photo of Fort Jefferson to remind me of warmer days to come! 🙂

  2. I’m currently wearing my sparkly brown flip-flops in this 70+-degree weather. I think my sweaters are chatting and wondering why they can’t come out this winter. LOL.

  3. What item in my closet would talk to me and what would it say? Hmmm. It would probably be my warmest, largest sweatshirt that I live in on really cold days and it would probably be screaming “take me off and wash me!” (yes…it’s be getting a LOT of use these days!)
    Fun post!

  4. Lucky sandals to have such memories. Love the picture of the island. I could stay there forever. Thanks for the warm images.

    1. I can understand why people make the trip out to Dry Tortugas. It’s off the beaten track but one of the most memorable places I’ve even been. To think, this photo doesn’t do the beauty of this national park justice!

      Thanks for stopping by, Donna. 🙂

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