Red High Heels and Running from Robbers.

Tonight, as I was getting my outfit prepared for a holiday party I have to attend tomorrow I was searching through my shoes to find my red high heels. And no most of my pairs of shoes do not have a story worthy of telling, but these do. My red high heels are shoes that I had dreamed of ever since I learned to belt the lyrics of Kellie Pickler's "In My Red High Heels" lyrics. And I finally found the perfect pair this past summer while browsing at Nordstrom Rack in Salt Lake City, Utah. I found BCBG Red High Heels for 80% off! That my friends is a steal. They were perfect fit, not comfortable, but wearable. Perfect. Well since I am such an over packer and shopper I could not fit my new pairs of shoes, which ended up being three pair at the end of my trip,(oops) my shoes had to be shipped to me by my Grandmother. So a few days after I arrived home, I received my beloved red high heels in a box. I didnt bust them out to be worn until my dear friend Ali's birthday party a month later. I received some pretty wicked blisters that fine night, but it was all worth it to break them in. Here comes the REAL story.

As most of you know I was mugged at the end of October. And though I had not truly thought about this until now I was wearing my beloved red high heels that night. Now the shoes may not seem like a big deal to you- but when I think about it, they were spectacular. How in my right mind did I stand on these 3 inch heels while being held at gunpoint? How did I knowingly decide to run from two men with guns? In high heels. While humourous most of you know I chose to run in a zig zag to becoming a "moving target". I was examining my red high heels to wear tomorrow, and they are scratched now and have some marks, but those marks saved my life. I have no doubt that those heels represent the power of a woman, in her red high heels. My very own Ruby Red Slippers.

Amor,
Ashley