You may remember this post, where I talk about throwing out some old nostalgic items while moving into this house. I talk on (and on) about letting go of items from the past (in this case it was my old ballet shoes).
Well, apparently, I couldn't let go of those. I actually kept two pair.
Yesterday, I decided I had to try them on. For old times sake.
I laughed out loud while shoving my feet into these narrow shoes. I have the most block-square feet known to man. They are almost as wide and they are long. They are the Freddiest of Fred Flintstone feet. How I managed to squeeze my feet into these shoes and actually dance on them is beyond me...of course that was two children, and a life-time, ago!
I put them on, and gingerly pulled up on my toes, and yikes!, my tender feet are so over those harsh dancing days. They prefer pedicures over pointe shoes.
Nowadays, I'll chooser the sensibility and comfort of my running shoes to the hard, painful, toe box of the ballet shoes. They are so beautiful, and yet there is a cost.
Ah! The memories!
What do you keep for nostalgic reasons?
