When I was little, I had these shiny red shoes. They leaked glitter, leaving an obvious trail of every place I had been and thus, every place I had caused some sort of mischief. The would leave scratches on my legs from when I would kick myself, and dye all of my socks with a pink rings. But... I. Loved. Those. Shoes.
A couple of years ago, I was Dorothy for Halloween. I got an ugly pair of heels from the Goodwill, dunked them in Elmer's glue and red glitter, and it was magical. I felt lovely and otherworldly, and without a doubt had the best costume in the office.
I think about those shoes now, all the time. They are sitting in a box somewhere, between a witch's hat and a plastic pumpkin, and I wish they weren't part of that costume category. Without a point or any moral to this story, I just want my Ruby Slippers back. And I want to wear them every day.
I wonder who would write me off as a crazy person, or who would be inspired to find their own shoes... I imagine that in my ideal dream world, people wear costumes from any time period any day they choose, like non-scary Halloween every day. Maybe it would just take one person to start the trend.
But then everyone could follow my red glitter trail and find what kinds of trouble I get into... Time to rework the plan.
