Here are the red shoes that I visit every day. Well, not every day, but every time I'm at the blandly-named Colony Shopping Center. (At least I think that's what it's called.) They're at our wonderful indie shoe store (remember those?) La Chaussure. The fact that this means "The Shoe" in my native tongue makes me love the store all the more.

I'm under-employed at the moment, unable, thus far, to trickle down my bad luck by firing my cleaning lady, so these sweet red shoes, innocent and insouciant at the same time, are not destined for my closet. But in my girlie girl fantasies, the red shoes and I, we're dancing up a storm.

PS: I have a book review at BN.com.