Time Machine

We went to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival today and saw many wondrous things. Some of the crafts are so beautiful that they seem too good to be part of this world... I was very happy to be in the midst of relatively sane people who create beauty as a way of life... Anyway, I came across this shop: http://www.thoseshoes.com

The shop is called Those Shoes - and that's about the best way to describe them. I sat there and gazed at those shoes for about half an hour, exclaiming at intervals how beautiful they looked, and how I could gaze upon them all day. Luckily, rialian was in a lengthy conversation with one of the staff about day care for a disabled kid, and so I got to look for a Long Time...

Yes, I shall have a pair of Those Shoes, and I shall wear them to work and scare everyone, and I will go start saving up now...

Then the person that Rialian was talking to asked me if I had gone to Einstein highschool. I had. He said he graduated the same year I graduated, was friends with the same people I was friends with, and recognized me. I had no clue who the grizzled old dude was. I let him know who among our mutual friends had moved to Switzerland and who had died. I tried on two pairs of Those Shoes.

They weren't ruby slippers, but the effect was similar...