I posted a picture of my mom’s bronze shoe a few weeks ago. I think it’s such a great heirloom.
This week, I’m sharing a picture of my own baby shoes. Not bronzed. Very worn. Really, how could I have worn these out that much in the short amount of time they must have fit me? I must have fallen down in them a lot to have scuffed them so much.
You know what I love most about them? The bells my mom attached to the shoelaces. She must have done it so that she could keep track of me. I must have jingled everywhere I walked.
Do you still have your baby shoes?