Missing Shoes

Last seen somewhere in Florida, maybe or Boston, ok pretty sure it was in US. Hardly worn and deeply missed by the other shoes in the family.

I’m not exactly sure when they decided to go it alone, without me, so not positive if they are missing or they are a runaway.

Considering how much I travel, I’m surprised I haven’t lost more shoes.

This makes the 3rd pair, well technically only 2 ½ pairs I have lost. I have the right shoe of a pair lost in Las Vegas.  I wish there was a fabulous story about my left shoe.  Unfortunately, losing things in Vegas is not an uncommon occurrence. And lastly, one lost pair of flip flips, left by the pool, not a tragedy.

The saddest part of losing this pair is that they were such a good find. I acquired them in San Francisco at a DSW closing sale, I literally wrested a drag queen for them. Yes, drag queens and I have the same taste in shoes. They know glam that is without a doubt! Ladies go to an upscale drag queen bar– you will feel very dowdy, this I know from first hand experience.  And sadly we wear the same size. Ok, he was a petite queen- not a RuPaul version.

It does bother me that I don’t know where or when we parted ways- but sometimes its just time to let it go. However, should you see a lowly pair of gold sparkle pumps hitch hiking or working in a diner in the Midwest, please tell them to come home.

Reward pending.

Laura

Comments

  1. Nance Rosen says:

    Okay, here is my saddest lost shoe story. Four years ago, I spent a weekend at my soon to be in-laws home in New Jersey. I packed up and flew back to Los Angeles. Didn’t unpack right away. About a week later, I unpack, and come up with one Steve Madden high heel, button front shoe – which I had paid $25 extra at the shoemaker to put on a rubber platform so I could stand in them FOR HOURS. One shoe. Jon calls home, and his parents find no shoe. I wonder, “Did I wear those shoes when I was there?” Maybe not. So, I plow through my closets (three) all of which have shoes. Nothing. I hold onto said shoe for another year, hoping its mate will show up. I finally get out of denial, and throw the shoe away. One month later, his mother calls to ask: Did Nance leave a shoe here?” Nuff said.

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