This was an interesting post, just last week I went out to buy a pair of trousers and came home with a pair of 3" stilletto mules in red satin with diamonte trim.
My mother has never owned red shoes, my sisters have never owned red shoes. But my grandmother did. For me, when they are shiny it's all about clicking my heels three times and saying 'there's no place like home'. When they are not shiny - then it's about the fairy tale of the ballet dancer who wanted to dance better than anyone else. I've owned red shoes since I turned 18 - nearly 20 years of them and I have no intention of stopping. I've given up boyfriends because they didn't understand my need to have one pair in my wardrobe. Regards Liz Beecher I'm <A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/thelacebee/thelacebee";>blogging</A> now - see what it's all about To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
