Red shoes. The clicking of shining red heels together in an iconic movie. What is it about red shoes that captures the imagination so? Or, for that matter, about the color red itself? Little Red, on her way to her Grandmother’s house, adorned in a lovely cape of cerise. (I want a cape like that…)
But, red also means blood, death, Hell, and other such unpleasantries. Why though? Colors can have funny associations sometimes. Like yellow, which means both sunshiny happiness and cowardice. Not like all cowards are happy, either…
Whatever the reasons, I love red; and especially when in shoe form. These three are all from Anthropologie, my latest store obsession. I particularly like the firewing clogs. Rather fanciful but oh so amazing.
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