I got my first pair of dancing shoes today. They have head-spinningly-high heels and change my usually slouchy and fidgety posture to that of a dancer ready to spin at less than a moment’s notice. Just kidding! (Well, sort of.)
Also, they – my new shoes, were made in Russia. The only things between me and the time I get to use them are:
– two loads of laundry;
– the packing of one suitcase;
– two flights.
I hope nobody steps on my toes (a danger the woman at the store warned me about).
Here’s to traveling and many more pairs of dancing shoes!!!