Red shoe days

My whole wardrobe is pointless because I have no red shoes.
(Me)

I’m sure we all have red shoe days, even though each person may call them by a different name.

The red shoe day comes when you’ve had a spell of bad luck, when it seems like everything that can go wrong is going wrong, when everything’s against you and every single moment seems like a struggle. It’s the day when you have to do something, anything, to lift your spirits. For me, it’s the day when I reach for red shoes.

Red shoes are magical. I don’t mean in the Wizard of Oz way – there’s nothing so magical that it can transport me home – but in smaller ways. Of course, red signals danger so they are quite literally a warning that you shouldn’t mess with me, but they are also an assertion: “Look at me – even with all the rubbish I’m still here and I’m rocking it!” Red shoes are undefeatable. With red shoes on, the same things happen, the same annoyances crowd around me but deep in some well-hidden corner of my heart I am silently saying “I’m wearing red shoes, so bollocks to it!”

I also find red shoes inexplicably beautiful and when you’re down in the dumps you need something to remind you of the beauty in the world. On a red shoe day, every time I catch sight of my feet they bring a little smile of happiness and gratitude to my face.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, I have failed to replace my red shoes and I don’t have a pair at the moment, so now my shopping list consists of a navy skirt and a pair of red shoes.

I’d love to know how you combat those you and me against the world days.