The Red Shoes

In May 2003, I took my seven year old son to Melbourne for the weekend.

We had a little apartment in Flinders Lane and I wanted to show him all the things that make Melbourne special - trams, underground trains, Luna Park, shopping.

I soon discovered that he had a much greater tolerance for queueing for rides at Luna Park (several hours) than he did for shopping (10 minutes).

Nevertheless, I managed to grab these shoes from further down Flinders Lane. This little lane way has proved to be a rich source of exciting and affordable shoes ever since.

The best thing about these shoes is that they are red. As a former redhead, I wasn't really introduced to this colour until the last decade or so when my hair had started to fade.
So I still feel quite bold when I'm wearing red.

And the shoes have little criss-crossy things going on at the front. What fun.
And fur!  These shoes are not only aesthetically satisfying, they're fun to touch!
And they've got rugby studs underneath, because you just never know when you might be tripping merrily along in your best red shoes and suddenly have to negotiate a football field.

But that would be bad for the fur. Did I mention the fur?

Yes, these shoes are the full package. They're the sort of shoes that complete strangers stop to admire and sure, they may be a little scuffed now, but when I wear them with my red jacket, I am so ready to kick butt.