Flashing Shoes
(These shoes are Queen Lee Ann’s. If only this image could capture the twinkly lights that covered the straps! Ohhh! Ahhh! -The epic cute-ness of it makes me dizzy. I need to sit down right after I pour myself a little drink.)
Flashing shoes are remarkable. Don’t you mean flash-y? “Y” not ing??? Nope. I mean what I said. These shoes are flashing with a little battery pack in the platform sole. Since it is Leap Year this year and we need another Leap Year Lounge Party, I want this type of thing to wear to a dark, old club.
I can see it now. I would walk in with a swish of chiffon and glitter in my hair and my platforms all electric. (Think of the sashay Renee` Zellweger did in ”Down with Love,” but in a big pouf dress.) A really authentic R & B band would be playing in the corner. Just making it all feel like New Orleans in the French Quarter, but better (’cause we are in Savannah, honey and in case you did not know, Savannah trumps New Orleans in the super Southern Icon department. Or at least I believe it does.) So anyway, back to me and my imaginings…these shoes literally flash and glow as I get to dance and flounce to my hearts content.
One thing I adore about Being Queen is it allows me to forget the hardships of the week. It gives my brain time that is free from worrying with the demands of my over scheduled life and listening to the self criticizing, agonizing inner voice, thevoiceinmyhead who keeps track of my To Do List. The voice that asks me whether I have done enough, said too much, worn the right dress, remembered a birthday, put a thank you note in the mail, finished a report, sent the report to the right doctor, remembered to spell check the damn report, helped a child with autism, finished my billing, been kind to my children & husband, put enough money in the bank, done my share, eaten enough fiber, walked the dog, scheduled the dog’s fecal exam, emptied the dishwasher, changed my invisalign trays, or forgotten something. The voiceinmyhead is constantly thinking I have forgotten something.
Now wait right there. You are making me sound like a nag. I just hate to be late. I do not want things to fall through the cracks. I hate for things not to run perfectly, you know. I am on your side! I am the unpaid personal assisitant and you have lots going on, so someone has to worry about it. I am just helping you out and you darn well know it!
I know. You are a big help. How about this. Since I can’t pay you, why don’t you take some time off when I wear my tiara? It would work for both of us. You always say it is too heavy and gives you a headache.
Hey that’s down right decent of you. Sure! I would love a little holiday. When will you wear your tiara again? I will plan a little vay-kay. You sure you will be ok without me? I mean I keep track of soooo much! And that darn tiara does give me a headache. I got such a big ol’ pumpkin head with all this brain I got happenin’ in here…boy oh boy some time off. *giggle*
Yeah. I will be fine. We got an event on the 28th so that is time you can stop all the worrying and the lists for a few hours. Mint Julep Queens do not worry or work. Queens flounce through the moment with peace and poise…and sometimes electric shoes. *giggle*