B and her Ruby Slippers

To try to describe my sister and not include shoes would make the definition incomplete.  As B mentioned, her love for shoes has been for an eternity.  The funny thing is that she probably would be the one to notice me in the store after leaving the stall(see previous blog referenced in:  Bodily Functions-A read for women, more than likely for a recap).  Not to mention she has worn shoes that were too big, too small, ugly, uncomfortable, cute, stylish, colorful, flats, platforms (just checking to see if you’re paying attention)too narrow, too wide, at the wrong times, and all in all-It never fails, she has the biggest smile on her face-all from shoes!  There are some people who can’t leave the house without makeup.  My sister?  She can’t leave the house without reasonable shoes to make the outfit. (Reasonable of course defined by B.)

 

B received the glitzy and glamorous gene, while I got the jeans gene.  Don’t get me wrong, I like to ‘dress up’ and look beautifully sparkly from time to time…But, my sister sparkles all of the time.  Believe me, if her mood isn’t sparkly, than she is wearing something that is sparkling.  I wish I had learned that while growing up and sharing a room with her, I’d of stuck a pair of shoes on her feet before I had to wake the grizzly bear from slumber.   It must be that sisters were made so that you knew you are beautiful even if you didn’t feel so, every moment of the day, or when you’re in doubt.  Because my sister always reminds me of the beauty she sees in me, and I do the same with her.  We can see past the shoes, past the glitz, past the sparkles and be a constant reminder of who we each are to one another, our families, and the world. 

Shoes.  You name the brand, the style, the height, and B knows the shoe.  She knows how much they cost, if she wants a pair, who the designer is, who shouldn’t wear them and who should…I would consider her a shoe connoisseur of sorts, layman’s terms a shoe horse.  There was a time in our lives shortly after her move to Santa Rosa, where she had storage units of shoes.  I always think while watching that show ‘Storage Wars’, oh my gosh what they would have done, if they had gotten one of my sisters units, and what would be said. 

B would walk in the door and be disgusted with the shoes I was wearing and she’d try to help me.  We have very different tastes in a lot of things…I’d like to think that I for the most part wear a more practical shoe more often than B.  I guess I just don’t want to have my feet waffle, blister, and hurt.  But, if she experiences waffle, blister, hurt feet it’s as if she just been given a medal for making it a whole day with some amazing shoes.  It’s like she’s in the Shoe Olympics and she is standing on the platform-Heck she doesn’t need a platform to receive her medal, the heels are high enough to stand above the rest.  She can crack me up on her fascination, her love, her desires for a shoe.  The really nice thing over the years other than her ability to get me to wear something other than a brown shoe, is that of hand me down shoes.  Yes, as I stated she on more than several occasions has purchased a shoe because they were fabulous and they’re my size, not hers.  She usually walks in with her head hung down in disappointment, slowly with reluctance hands a pair over to me-Like I’m going to mistreat them or something…Here you can have them.  I wore them once…But, they’re really too small for me.  But, I had to have them for this one outfit.  Glory be B!  Score!  Momma’s got a new pair of shoes!  I could practically jump up and click my heels in happiness.   There are benefits that have helped the less fortunate shoe wearers of the world, like myself…where she will give up a pair, every now and again. 

B’s obsession doesn’t end with shoes it just starts there.  She’s been a glamour girl since she was around earthling age.  (4 years old).  She had those dangly earrings, and had every single color, to match her every single color of leggings.  She then grew into every other fashion fad through her teen years…and now mingles through the entertainment magazines and websites to make sure she’s got all of the lingo down…She should start her own fashion line, I swear! (Mom, I really do swear from time to time.  It would be a lie if I told you I didn’t. I learned from the Tune Raccoon incident.)  She’s  always sporting something new from a line of clothing that I’ve not heard of before.  The kids and I always like to find the animal print before the other…cause animal print is somewhere…on her person when she comes to visit-incorporated into her daily wardrobe, no doubt. 

Truth is, even though we are different in style of clothing and obsessions…our hearts are in the same spot.  Our families come first.  Our friends are a constant.  We love and try to remain positive.  We lean on one another in times of need.  We will always survive, cause we have one another.  Any time you need me B...click your heels three times and say...

Love Deeply, Live out Loud & Live your Dash,

T

PS:  Hey B-I haven’t gotten any hand me down shoes lately…hint-hint.

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