clogs and pointes

It was about 20 degrees colder here yesterday than the day before.  Autumn is giving us a bit of a preview.  It is infringing on my last week of summer.  However, I think I may be ready to move on.  I found myself making brownies yesterday, and dusting off the slow cooker.  And (if you are my husband, this is where you stop reading) these lovelies arrived yesterday.

Quite fallish don't you think?  They are a bit clumpy- but don't worry, I'll break them in.  I ordered them from Hanna Andersson - only they were full price when I ordered them, ugh! (I told you to stop reading Carl).  Don't you love European sizes?  I do.  It reminds me of when I used to shop for these.

I dusted off my pointe shoes and tried them on again. Like Cinderella, I do this from time to time just to convince myself that they really are mine. Fondly, I remember wearing them for hours on end. Chacott Copellia II 39 C's - Still fit.  That is the great thing about shoes right?  Ten years later, like an old friend, you pick up right where you left off.  Everything is familiar.  They support you, accommodate you, conform to you.  Shoes never betray you the way bathing suits and jeans do. 

You know, ballet flats are all the rage now.  I especially like these (fun colors). Once, for a character I was playing, I got to dye my shoes a beautiful aqua color- I am pretty sure they worked better in that shade.  Or, maybe I'll just wear my old blochs and  pas de chat around the house. My kids think that I am nutty.  Nuts are crunchy right?