Jan 13, 2006 15:33
Marsha bought me red shoes for my birthday.
Because you can't buy pointe shoes in red, they had to be dyed, the dye job went a little awry...but I kind of like them more this way. It looks like they've been soaked in blood and its still fresh.
Wearing them is strangely frightening. They're such an impressive crimson I have to do a double take to be sure its not blood. I don't know if I want to sew the ribbons on quite yet.
I feel like I would die if I tried to dance in them.