March 19th, 2018.

It was a Monday in Montana. Sunny and hot, as I recall, but being Montana and not being much of an early riser, I had quickly dressed for work as though it was a cool, Spring day. I was wearing a black-and-white checkered, cardigan sweater over an ocean, teal dress. I got this dress at Target. I loved it for its high neckline which had like silver bedazzling around it. Something about this dress was just a tiny bit edgy, yet appropriate for my new teaching career. Under my feel like myself rebel teacher dress, I wore a pair of black leggings which ultimately led down to my favorite flats. I can’t even describe how much these shoes just tickled me. I had found them at Ross and tried them on for kicks or a joke. They were the only pair of the kind on the shelf; genie slippers that curled up at the toes. They were in a diamond, black-and-white, checkered pattern. The fabric felt almost like that of corduroy. To our surprise, my Ron’s and mine, they were completely adorable on. And for some pediatrist reason I’m sure that I’ve never researched, the pulling up of my toes made my flat-footed, painful arched feet feel amazing and I definitely tripped less. I wore these genie slippers almost every day with almost every outfit; even in the snow, even when they didn’t match, and even on this hot, Spring day. But after March 19th, 2018, I’m not sure I ever wore them again.