Shoes hide.
They do.
Especially when there is something important that they need to be at.
School.
Church.
Movie night.
Going outside.
There are solutions.
Some of which are—creative—
Little sister was getting ready for Church.
She had been scrubbed shiny.
Groomed.
Dressed.
The only thing keeping her from heading out the door to the waiting car was a pair of Sunday shoes.
Oh, she could find her ratty everyday sneakers.
Her manure-y boots.
Even her tall, black rain boots.
But nothing that resembled (or smelled) like it could be worn to church.
She had asked everyone.
Including—as a final act of desperation—Mom.
Who had responded with her patented: “I have no idea where I left them when I wore them last.”
In tears of despair, she sat down on the floor.
And that’s when she saw them.
The shiny tips of her black tap shoes.
Hmmm . . .
Not smelly.
Gleaming with care.
Definitely church approved.
She grabbed them and put them on, jumped to her feet and headed for the door.
And that’s when their one drawback became apparent.
Remember when I said ‘tap’ shoes?
Well that comes into play here.
In church generally we are, for want of a better term, quiet.
And tap shoes aren’t.
Let’s just say that Mom and Dad could keep track of everywhere she went.
And everything she did.
As could the rest of the congregation.
Yep. Creative solutions.
Sometimes more creative than solution.
But definitely memorable.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
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No need to put a GPS tracker on them when they're wearing tap shoes.
ReplyDeleteHmmm . . . I think we're on to something! Oh, wait. Squeaky shoes. Someone beat us to it!
DeleteCute post! Was she pleased or was she mortified?
ReplyDeleteKnowing my sister? Pleased!:)
DeleteToo funny---I think I would have been tip-toeing through the church, ha-ha!
ReplyDeleteMe, too. Or taken my shoes off and went in stockings once I got there! :)
Deletecharming story. well-written. thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, GD! :)
DeleteMemorable indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnd my sister ate it up!
DeleteThe wisdom of mothers!
ReplyDeleteShe was full of those little ditties. Sigh.
DeleteWell hey! A shiny shoe is a shiny shoe. :)
ReplyDeleteMy sister would totally agree with you!
DeleteOh, how sweet, Diane! I love this story!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jenny! I'll tell my sister . . .
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