The Red Shoes

Night out with work colleagues this evening. Decided to wear my beloved red shoes as I don't often get the chance to don them. They are made of velvet and have a three and half inch heel, and because I don't wear heels very often these days I teeter around in them like a wee girl who's raided her Mum's wardrobe for a game of dressing up. This wee girl image is only added to by their colour, form and material, but I adore my scarlet shoes and it makes me happy to feel the way they fit around my foot, and to glance down at them regularly and admire them, feeling content that I own such a beautiful pair of shoes. When I wear them I also always recall a friend from Derbyshire that I once had, who's Mum had a saying about girls who wore red shoes: "Red Shoes, No Knickers". I could imagine that in someone wearing these shoes actually, but I also own a pair of red leather desert boots and they're a bit more difficult to visualise as "slut-shoes", which of course is what she was inferring by her remark.

I was driving tonight, but was responsible for transporting James. Thank goodness for him - because I know he's on the same wavelength as me with regard to our perceptions of the people we work with. As a sober (literally) observer, the arrogance, ignorance and rudeness demonstrated by some people tonight was incredible, but sadly unsurprising. James felt the same only he was a touch more vocal about it than me, having had alcohol to consolidate his thoughts on the matter. He only expressed his feelings to me but they confirmed what I was thinking and made what could have been an irritating evening into an amusing one where he made me laugh with his comments and observations. His dissection of how people had chosen to seat themselves was particularly funny: "The Tables Of Power" (needless to say we had unwittingly ended up on the least "powerful" of the three, i.e. lowest down in the pecking order).

The food was good though, and of course my red shoes were absolutely divine throughout the entire proceedings.......