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Thursday, October 30, 2008

Trick or Treat, City-Style…

In an unexpected turn of events, I found myself face-to-face with some red shoes.

Now, everybody knows, red shoes are Powerful!

My sister gave me a pair of red pumps one year for Christmas in a year ripe with romance at every turn and said I’d be lethal. Men would be falling at my feet uncontrollably in love with the simple wearing of same. I didn’t believe her until I tried ’em out and then I couldn’t believe my luck! Yoowsa. Amour to spare.

THE TREAT: when I came up out of the Blue Line Subway Tuesday, I fell into the local ALDO outlet. Now how lucky is a shoe freak to have a store like this right enroute. This time of year it’s really full of last season’s cork wedgies but man alive. The Boots. I had to run down another aisle to get away from them and that’s when I ran smack dab into those Red Shoes.

It tickled me to see their smooth wide leather toes, all decorated with ribbon embroidery so subtle and gorgeous it was hard to believe. They were lined in thin, soft tan suede and had little red soles with little red heels.

No question but these were meant to be big birthday love for, yes, La Sis.

THE TRICK: these shoes were so powerful that even in a box in a bag I was still dreaming of them and didn’t even notice it until it was too late. A large parka in my path made me swerve to the right and when it swerved left and blocked me my eyes lifted higher and met his. They were wrong. So very, very wrong. And I shouted.

And even hearing Step Back Now didn’t stop their tilting sneer and I heard NO and felt him push me and grab the strap across my shoulder. I swerved again and knew it.

Hurt. Coming to a Corner near You. Oh I was yelling. And a man ran up and told the young man to Leave Her ALONE! I saw a policeman come around the right and grab the Sneer and as fast as that, it was done.

3:30 in the afternoon, broad daylight, right in front of a cop (!), it just didn’t matter to the young man. What’s mine is yours, (or maybe not). He started yelling how he was going to sue us all.

I was so aggravated that someone had the NERVE to touch me then say THAT that the cops made me wait in the lobby of a bank while they put the Sneer in their car. It is unbelievable the rush of protective nature that fills your veins to bursting when insult trumps injury. It could move mountains; it could kick and stomp.

CITY-STYLE: and just like that, the last deep breath exhaled, the last thank you exchanged between me and the Man in Blue and it was time to move on. Somebody needed to wrap it up and wrap those shoes. Birthdays and such don’t take a holiday just because it’s hard out there for a thug. Maybe Friday, I’ll see if they still have a pair in my size.

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