What Was I Thinking
Oil on cradled wood panel Sides painted to match.
Image 6" x8"
Price $150
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I am a zydeco dancing addict. On one of my first trips to Louisiana I dragged my boyfriend to every boot store that we could conceivably visit and finally found this pair. I loved the color and design but was leery of the long pointy toes and heel height. I should have listened to my instinct that they were impractical for dancing. But they were so cute and they went with so many of my outfits! My boyfriend being the good guy that he is said that he would buy them for me for Christmas. He also hates shopping and probably wanted to prevent me from expanding my search. So, we bought them. When we returned home, I proceeded to buy more outfits to go with my new boots.
Then came the moment for the debut dance. Not only were the heels too high but the long toes kept getting caught up. I went from a smooth dancer to a choppy one in a matter of seconds. To make matters worse my boyfriend said. “Why are you so stiff?” I didn’t want to tell him that every ounce of strength that I had was going into keeping me from tripping on the toes. All I could think of was What was I thinking? I kept it to myself and vowed never to try to dance in them again.
Image 6" x8"
Price $150
Shipping and handling configured at checkout
I am a zydeco dancing addict. On one of my first trips to Louisiana I dragged my boyfriend to every boot store that we could conceivably visit and finally found this pair. I loved the color and design but was leery of the long pointy toes and heel height. I should have listened to my instinct that they were impractical for dancing. But they were so cute and they went with so many of my outfits! My boyfriend being the good guy that he is said that he would buy them for me for Christmas. He also hates shopping and probably wanted to prevent me from expanding my search. So, we bought them. When we returned home, I proceeded to buy more outfits to go with my new boots.
Then came the moment for the debut dance. Not only were the heels too high but the long toes kept getting caught up. I went from a smooth dancer to a choppy one in a matter of seconds. To make matters worse my boyfriend said. “Why are you so stiff?” I didn’t want to tell him that every ounce of strength that I had was going into keeping me from tripping on the toes. All I could think of was What was I thinking? I kept it to myself and vowed never to try to dance in them again.