Taking a stroll down memory lane...
Imagine my great surprise, when a couple of years ago my Dad arrived at my doorstep with a H*U*G*E black garbage bag, and told me it was filled with my childhood stuff!!... "I have no room for this anymore and thought you might like to have it."
Needless to say I did the happy dance, and I though I screamed with joy when I found my pink pointe shoes among my soft toys and teddy bears, and other precious stuff in there!
I have to thank my dear Daddy for this gift!
They're certainly not in mint conditions, but I love them. I love the memories they have attached... Pink pointe shoes and tutu hanging from the tree on Christmas morning, as soon as I opened my eyes! Memories of a ballerina with pretty bunches and smiling to the world... a world of promises... a world I saw through my rose-colored glasses, where Prince Charming saved the beautiful Princess from the evil spell and they lived happily ever after!
Many moons have passed since I wore these pointe shoes, but I haven't lost my serene attitude (maybe a little childish) of seeing life like a fairytale. Or as my hubby says, as a Disney movie! I am deeply thankful for I can almost always see beauty in the world through my eyes. I still wear my rose-colored glasses. This helped me making it safe and sound through the storm to a peaceful harbor when life hasn't been gentle with me.
This is what I think when I see my ballet shoes. They remind me of that ballerina in pink wearing her rose-colored glasses. Hope you have yours always on, too.