You’ve got these perfectly okay pair of boots. They’re not exactly killer fashion items, but they’re not so bad that you wonder why oh why did I ever lay out good money for them, time to put in a call to Goodwill.
They’re, y’know, okay.
In fact, they have this tantalizing core of unfulfilled promise. They’re like that dreaded checkmark on your elementary school report card: Needs Improvement.
So the other day, Karen dropped into my office and as we kibitzed about this and that she rooted around in one of the piles of oh-so-necessary-stuff on my desk and came up with a pair of English riding spurs. Originally, they belonged to my Aunt Pearlie who used to be an avid rider, but she passed them on to me when, years ago, I took up riding.
Karen studied the spurs for a moment, looked at her just okay boots, then leaned over and strapped on the spurs.
“How do they look?”
I asked Karen to walk around a bit.
She did her version of America’s Next Top Model cat walk.
“Brilliant! I think you should tuck a little black whip into your belt to complete the look.”
Oddly enough, Karen thought that might be a bit, um, excessive.
The lesson here, kids, is never give up because you never know when a pair of just okay shoes can be transformed, Cinderella-like, into a haute fashion feast.
Karen and I wish all our friends and relatives a lovely and meaningful Shabbat.