Now, I've sliced off tattered beads and fabric from my rehearsal dinner shoes. And turned them into plain, scruffy, brown leather flats. I'm pleased, because I don't have to worry about their golden coils akimbo slicing one of my children--and I must say they're lovely. But, I imagine all that went into these shoes, from beginning to end, and think they deserved more. But, these days, it's all I can do to sit in the bathroom while the kids are in the tub and make new, functional shoes from aesthetically scintillating, impractical ones.
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