Choosing shoes...

One of my favorite poems

growing up 

was

Choosing Shoes 

by Ffrida Wolfe

Now, was that really her name

F f r i d a

or was that a typo in the book?

hmmmm

Anyway...

Choosing shoes

New shoes, new shoes

Red and pink and blue shoes,

Tell me, what would you choose

If they'd let us buy?

Buckle shoes, bow shoes,

Pretty pointy-toe shoes,

Strappy, cappy low shoes;

Let's have some to try.

Bright shoes, white shoes

Dandy dance-by-night shoes,

Perhaps-a-little-tight shoes;

Like some? So would I.

BUT

Flat shoes, fat shoes,

Stump-along-like-that-shoes,

Wipe-them-on-the-mat shoes,

O that's the sort they'll buy.

I think I developed a shoe fetish

by chanting that poem for so many years....

I learned to make shoes...
from paper.

When I'm making them
it makes me happy.

Can't wear 'em...
but I can loose my imagination about where
these shoes might go...

I know, I know...
I've got to get a life....!