Rubbery Yellow Fellow

Let me introduce Slick! What an interesting find! I'm not quite sure whether or not it's a man's rain boot or an electrician's slip-on to prevent electrocution while on the job. Regardless, it's a cool discovery. I came upon this rubbery yellow fellow while headed to pick up my mom from the airport one afternoon. My eyes are always peeled.  I never know when a lost sole might decide to show itself and this one couldn't be missed.

Weathered Wilma

I just might have a new favorite! Check out Wilma. Poor girl has been run over goodness knows how many times and flattened beyond recognition, and to add insult to injury, the rain has pulverized her! She's a soggy weathered hot mess! And what is that green glop oozing from her? I do believe Wilma's runway days are over. 

Always Amazed

No matter how many lone shoes I come across, I am always amazed with when and where I find one by itself. Driving home from brunch on Sunday, I spotted a Nike sport flip flop in the grass just off the side of the road. First off, how does a flip flop find itself alone in the dead of winter? It would make a bit more sense if it were summer, but the temperature outside, according to my car's thermometer that day, read 40 degrees. So who's wearing flip flops in this colder weather, and how did the flop end up flying solo in the first place? Also, on the other side of the grass and waist high shrubbery, sits a swanky resort, reaffirming for me that shoes go missing in all walks of terrain. Finding lost soles never gets old!

Still There

One afternoon I went to over to my sister's house for a visit. As I exited off 485 and merged onto Idlewild Road, I spotted a small brown shoe in the middle turn lane of the busy 4 lane road. I knew instantly it was child's shoe because of its size. Of course, I pulled over and snapped some pictures. He's one of the shoes that I included in my last post "Fall Finds", but I felt he was worth mentioning again. 

Since the initial spotting of the shoe, I have been to see my sister 4 more times. It's been 6 weeks and the little guy is still there sitting in the same spot. Now, every time I take the exit and make my way toward my sister's house, I look for him.

How long will he last? Will he make it through the winter? 

I'll be curious to see!

Fall Finds

Crisp cool temperatures have replaced the heat, spectacularly colored leaves adorn the trees and pepper the streets, and the smell of burning wood permeates the air. This time of year brings about much change, but one thing remains the same: lone shoes still pop up all over. I just wanted to share some of my most recent 

FALL FINDS

       

"Old Sole"- My Favorite

I like to give names to the shoes I come across. Meet Howard, a boat shoe. Of all my finds, this sole is my absolute favorite. Howard has come to rest in the median of a busy intersection. How long has he been there? I bet it's been quite some time because poor Howard is deeply weathered and old. He looks as though he's growing into the concrete and I can't tell where the median begins and where Howard ends. Are those weeds I see growing in and around him? How has Howard been there for so long seeing as thousands of cars pass by on a weekly basis? 

What's Howard's story, I wonder?

Their Untold Story

So I've been wondering about the stories behind these lost soles that I encounter. What are their tales of separation from their sole mate? I first reflect on when I might have ever lost a shoe and I come up with one scenario and then another. What about the time I was in a hurry to pack up after a vacation and left a single sandal behind in a hotel room. Or what about the time I grabbed my gym bag but didn't realize I had left a sneaker under the bench. Maybe this whole losing the one shoe thing is not so uncommon as I had first suspected. Then I think of all the absolutely strange places that I have come across lone soles. Highways, medians, sidewalks and even in the middle of intersections---how did they wind up there? I can't come to any rational explanations or draw any reasonable conclusions, so here's where creativity and imagination come into play. I'll be their voice and give story to their sad separation from a beloved other half. I'll tell of their misfortunes, fiascos, brushes with danger, and close calls. Who shall I begin with--

Stiletto, Flip Flop, Boot, Cleat, or perhaps Mary Jane?