I recently returned from a field trip for grad school, for which I knew I needed to prepare very comfortable shoes that could be worn to a nice restaurant, or to have handy in case my combat boots or pirate boots failed me and I needed a fallback pair in which to recover. I chose a pair of black flats from Famous Footwear that felt like walking on foam mattresses and made my feet melt into them; I brought them home, knowing full well what my sixteen year old daughter’s reaction would be to them. You see, I knew when I chose them that they were in the line-up of what might ungenerously be called the “Old Lady Shoe” section. I decided to rail against society’s expectations and make them work for my young-hearted 49-year-old self in the name of comfort, travel, and experience-gaining without pain.
As expected, my girl took one look at them with abject horror, nose turned up, and proclaimed, “MOM. Those are so totally UGH. Really. They are hideous.” I told her I didn’t think they were that bad. She said definitively, “Oh…. yes…. they are.” I decided to chalk her opinion up to youth and not a broad enough experience of the world yet to understand that I NEEDED to have a “way out” with my footwear when I was across the ocean and possibly no footwear reprieve to rely upon had I chosen to leave them home for vanity’s sake.
The evening before my departure, I had coffee, in a laid-back, popular coffee shop, with a wonderful friend who is close to me in age. We conversed about the shoes. We bandied about the possibility of hot-gluing rhinestones on them to commemorate the Queen’s Jewel’s, and other stuff and nonsense that made us crack up about making the shoes a point of showy humor. Then we had a revelation. How about naming the shoes… and having them “have adventures” in London… and photo-journaling those adventures?
Thus, Mabel and Cordelia, names my friend found searching on Google for the bestest and oldest-fashioned names, became my travel companions. We decided they would be twin sisters.
I carried the twins in my backpack almost every day during my stay in London. The first day of my visit, my camera memory card flatout would NOT format and quit on me. So my entire first day of touring on the Thames, I didn’t get ANY pictures. Maddening. The rest of the days, I did not always remember to let the twins out of the bag to shoot them; we moved at fast paces and most of the time I was at the mercy of the group to keep pace.
At any rate, the girls did get to enjoy some vacation time.
So enjoy the twins baring their soles while ESU footed the bill.
Resting after a long flight across the pond
An evening out with the girls; Malia sharing her drink
Waiting for the double decker bus to go by, and continue crossing the street while sightseeing London
Wondering if this will turn into a TARDIS or not? Fingers and toes crossed…..
Trying to stay dry while shopping in the square close to the hotel
Comparing whether or not they look as glamorous as the models in the poster….?
Having fish and chips in a very posh pub