Earlier this summer, during one of my few cleaning modes, I rediscovered my daughter's first pair of shoes tucked away in a bin in a closet. Red shoes. My mother told me that one of my first pair of shoes were red, (saw them in a shop window - apparently drawn to them, insisted upon them - so I'm told) so when my daughter was just beginning to walk, I chose a pair of red shoes for her. Nice leather red shoes, good shoe maker. Well, although the photo doesn't show it, the soles of the shoes are sticky. A clear sign of deterioration. Not sure if I'll go to the trouble of having them soled or bronzed (do people still do this?), so perhaps a photograph will be sufficient for sealing memories...
So what do red shoes have to do with my '16' post? My daughter is the link...her shoes...her celebrating a milestone this week: her 16th birthday. After a long day of chemistry work, literary analysis, vocabulary and algebra, she ended the evening on a good note. Typically we allow the birthday boy or girl to choose to eat out or eat in. Sometimes it's a homemade meal and sometimes it's ordering-in time. She chose Chinese food, and we watched this version of Pride & Prejudice. (Not as good as this version of course, but still a worthy choice.)
She opened a small flurry of gifts wrapped in pretty paper and ribbons and ate homemade orange cake with orange cream frosting from this cookbook. A whole pound of butter and very sweet! A good day to remember.
Happy 16th, Anya!