Get Her A Pair of Red Heels Even if She Can’t Walk
I was sitting in a waiting room for my appointment, when an elderly woman two seats away looked at my red shoes and said, “Those are nice shoes. I always wanted a pair of red shoes. Once I saw this tall and very attractive woman walk in her red shoes and gosh, she looked so beautiful.”
She was sitting in a wheelchair. I looked at her shoes; she had white socks and a pair of Coach shoes with shoe laces neatly tied in bows.
“I know what you mean. I saw a woman once who looked so good in red shoes that I went out and bought myself a pair. I now have a few red shoes in my closet. I think you ought to have a pair of red shoes. Why not? Where do you go shopping?”
“I used to go to Nordstrom’s but I can’t drive anymore so I order things from catalogs. I always wear Coach shoes.”
“Coach shoes are very comfortable but their colors are pretty conservative, don’t you think?”
“Yes, they don’t make those pretty red shoes. Maybe I can order a pair from some catalog.”
“There are some nice shoes at Arden Fair Mall. There’s the Designer Shoe Warehouse close by, too. With shoes, you may want to try them on because they differ in sizes, and you want them to be comfortable.”
“Well, it’s going to be hard for me to try shoes on because I can’t drive. But those red shoes are so pretty.” She kept admiring my shoes.
Our conversation was interrupted by her husband who came to wheel her out the door. As they went out the door, I said, “Get those red shoes, now.”
Her husband looked at her, frowning and asked in a gruff voice, “What red shoes? “ She didn’t say anything.
I wanted to tell anyone who’d listen that when a woman reaches her age, and yearns for a pair of red shoes, she damn well deserves someone to drive her to a shoe store and have her try all the red shoes so she can find one to her liking. A pair of red heels would make her wheelchair invisible, and put her on the dance floor, dancing away.
Men, know this about red shoes and women. There is something about red shoes that spells “forbidden fruit” and sometime in our lives, we want that fruit, even at age 90.
This is how I got my first pair of red shoes. I saw, like that elderly woman, an attractive woman walking in a pair of red shoes. She walked as though she was the most beautiful woman in the world and I said, “I want to feel that way, too.”
I went out and bought a pair of red high heels. I was teaching first graders then, and when I put them on one morning and looked at myself in the mirror, I was shocked at what I saw.
I looked like a prostitute. Now why do I look like a prostitute with these red shoes and that woman at the mall looked dignified and elegant? It’s all in my head, I said. But it took me over a year to wear those red heels in public…it took me that long to vacuum out my head.
So I understand why that woman has not had a pair of red shoes all these years and it’s time someone got her a pair.