The little old lady had killer shoes on. Grey high heel booties, sculptural and sleekly modern. They weren’t stilettos, but I’m telling you, they were up there and I coveted them on the spot. I couldn’t help but notice them because one, she was walking across the street right in front of me, and two, she also had on a pretty car coat and some sort of dress without stockings, so the booties stood out at the end of her legs. She walked into the Tyler Florence kitchen/food store, and I was t-h-i-s close to parking the car and going in after her to ask for a photograph.
You see, I have a thing for shoes, but even more than that, I have a thing for people being interesting. Going their own way. Being lemmingless. This was one interesting woman, I could just tell, because what kind of footwear she had chosen.
There are a few things in life that make you happy just by donning them, and shoes, my people, are one of those things.
I can’t help juxatapose another little old lady viewing in town, but this time she was sitting on the sidewalk, surrounded by young men in uniforms. She was right there near the pedestrian walkway that links the Safeway to the Redwoods where a whole lot of interesting older people live. Every Friday a whole heap of them come out with folding chairs and tambourines and drums and guitars and signs and ask people to honk for peace. The split second snapshot I got of this woman (as I drove by in my car) was a frail little old lady looking relieved as a fireman cradled her head. She either had wilted or fallen on the spot, and the siren from the approaching paramedics meant more help was on the way.
As I turned my car towards home, I had one of those moments when I considered what it would be like to be both the woman down on the street and then in the next moment, the stylish gal with the crazy boots on. You can guess who I wanted to be. And how, when I erased that vision and realized I have a lot of living between now and either of those two scenarios, that in homage to the one lady, I should always embrace wearing stylish shoes.
As if I needed another reason.
(And those shoes? Why John Fluevog, my hero.)