1983 or 2009

My bff Y's Brett!

Mrs Poo and her tales of hanging with her posse here. I think the big lesson here is shoe memories last a life time.

My bff is Courtney. More on Courtney another time. To-day a poem. Using only a small aspect of our shoe memories and inspiration from rock of love, of course.

Cute.

a poem for Courtney.

Audrey; OhMyGod! Glitter tights!

Courtney; Cute. There's pink leg warmers. Cute.

Audrey; It's like a giant tower of pink shoes!
Courtney; Yeah. Oh these ones are cute.

(Courtney is mentally packing her suitcase.
Guess? the pink one, dahh.)


Audrey; Oh they have orange ones. To match my singlet.
Courtney; Hot! Pink ones to. They are hot!
(Oh Yeah! I am wearing this pair first time on the bus!)

Audrey; You know, I like the double denim look.
Courtney; Sweet! OhHOT! Ssswweeettt.
(Brett is sooo going to pick me. These boots are Hot!)




Audrey, Lady of The Manor.

Tuesdays with Mrs Poo...

Tales from The Old Country

Today when I dropped by Mrs Poos home, unannounced as usual. The Hounds in tow. They visit every second visit as dear Mrs Poo insists on feeding them her homemade biscuits. However that's a whole other story. I was delighted to see this photograph resting on her counter top.

Mrs Poo and Her Posse

I enjoy hearing tales from the old country. Having traced my own family tree I have always enjoyed engaging the in-laws in stories of their youth.

Today was a goldmine! A photograph. A beautiful rare photograph. Studying the picture and paying particular attention to the shoes the young ladies are wearing, Mrs Poos in particular. At the very same moment as I asked Mrs Poos words were, "I still remember the shoes I was wearing. They were brown." I sat in wonderment as Mrs Poo recounted the day and the details of the picture.

Mrs Poo and her bff are all eighteen. They are all still in contact despite the fact that all four girls live on three different continents. That is bff. It's Easter Sunday and they are on their way from church to a feast. It is Spring time not hot, not cold. One girl is a dressmaker and has made her own dress for the occasion. They are all wearing stockings.

Two of each girl are the same height, Mrs Poo and I discuss camera angles and agree this must be why the chick with granny ankles looks taller..

Audrey, Lady of the Manor.