What does one do with out her velvety shoes of splendor? How does one break free from the daily carbon copy of yesterday’s routine? What happened to the girl who could turn into velvet as soon as the sun slipped from the sky? She was magnificently talented at transforming herself into a delightful charm, with delicious glossy lips and smelling ooh sooo sweet.
In her velvet shoes she stood swiveling her worries away in a full bodied oaky red cabernet. The beauty next to her handsome man, laughing, smiling and shaking the hands of others just like her. Pretending to enjoy the height her heels had given her. She would indulge herself in cocktails, making the piercing social chatter bearable to hear. By the nights close, she was numb and her mission was accomplished. In the bathroom you would find her rubbing her calloused feet and praying for the “empty” to end.
“Please God, make this stop. I can’t feel anymore!” … so it did. Done.
When you can’t hide in your velvety shoes of splendor, what does one do to break up the day? She traded them in for a pair of running shoes… and she hasn’t had to hide since.
Enjoy your day.
Beautiful shoes!!! I love how you wrote this, rather than others, who would say, “I wore these great shoes, but they killed my feet.”
Hiding to rub your feet? Glad I’m not the only one