I grew up looking at these beautiful shoes when my Granda-Ma Betty would bring them out to show me and would share her wonderful stories, that I miss so much, with me. When she was a young she would always wear her beautiful, detailed dresses, loved her furs (sorry, I don't support the fur industry, it was just something from that time period) and always wore heels.
I recently inherited these beauties. I always dreamed of wearing them as a little girl. So much beautiful detail to these tiny works of art, that my size 9's could, unfortunately, never fit in. They are so velvety and the carved heel is just so, I can't think of a better word, sexy.
I couldn't believe it when my Mom passed these down to me. I would love to find a way to display them and welcome any suggestions you might have.
Imagine the stories these shoes could tell about their days walking around Niagara Falls.
And look at all of these beautiful fleur de leas all over the box. Those of you who know me KNOW I would love that. I wonder if this box from my childhood has anything to do with my love of fleur de leas? I have had that love longer then my Eiffel tower obsession.
So, here is to my Grand-Ma Betty who made me the woman I am today, that I love and miss so very much!