How many red shoes is too many red shoes? (AKA I may need a red shoe intervention.)

Hello my lovelies.

Longterm readers of the blog will know of my love of the colour red (my old loungeroom, my kitchen appliances, my dog's bed, my garden chairs, pots for plants, cushions, the list goes on, Mr Grumpy even feeds my addiction recently buying me a huge red umbrella for the back yard. Even the camera that took the photos for this post is red and has a red case.). They will also know of my love of glittery, impractical red heels. They may not know of the number of red shoes I now possess.

Having moved recently I have been forced to confront my addiction. Or, as I like to think of it, my beautiful red distraction from illness. I have still to find some pairs.

There is nothing more cheery in life than a pair of red shoes. From my Dorothy heels, to my slippers and even my gardening shoes and gumboots, my feet are frequently enclosed in red goodness.

Many I have had for well over 10 years. Purchased with glee back when I was still able to work. And from as far afield as Singapore, on my last overseas trip prior to that pesky illness thing. Yet others have been an impulse buy on a bad day when only a pair of red, polka dot, bow-topped flats could make the world a better place.

I still look longingly at red shoes. Online, or face pressed hard against the window of shoe stores who's pretty, happy offerings are beyond my meagre finances. Oh sweet red leather, faux leather, fabric, sequinned, glittered beauties. How I wish I could take you home.

 Backward or forward, they are a perfect line of loveliness.

Who needs a basket of puppies when you can have a basket of red shoes? 

This is my basket of happiness.

Maybe just one more pair. I can stop any time I want. Really I can. There's that pair of red faux-suede knee high boots that would be perfect for Winter. Or, that pair of patent, red Doc Martins I spotted the other day. Or, the pair of red glittery runners. Or......

Am I alone in my red shoe fetish? Can anyone top my addiction? Or tell me that I really need those knee high boots for my mental health.

Michelle :)

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Put on your red shoes and dance the blues!

Fabulous Friday: I See Red, I See Red, I See Red.

Don't panic people I'm not having anger management issues.  Well not as long as the microwave and I agree to remain in separate rooms for the foreseeable future.  It's in reference to an old Split Enz song.  Today's Fabulous Friday I am celebrating all things red in my life.

I've discovered I have a thing for red (in case you didn't pick that up from my sparkly pairs of Dorothy's).  I mean I knew I liked red, but then I started taking photos of my happy things (thanks for the inspiration lovely Em of I'm Confused fame).  And suddenly it was Redapalooza.  Photo one red.  Photo two red.  Photo three red.  Even I could notice that trend.

There is a chance I may have an unhealthy red facination.  I'll let you decide.

The walls of my lounge are a deep red.  I love the contrast of my old sliding doors with their frosted glass butterfly's.  I was told I was nuts for wanting to paint my walls red, but I love it.  So warm and inviting. Especially when contrasted against the bright green tree ferns outside out large windows.

I reclaimed this garden chair off the side of the road.  It was broken, covered in muck and painted in a sad shade of yellow.  I grabbed a stiff brush and a can of geranium red and hey presto, my morning coffee chair was born. It is surrounded by lavender and naked ladies (flowers).  A little slice of brightness every day of the week.

The pots on my front step are various shades of red.  Either thanks to that trusty can of red geranium paint, or simply that's how they came, ie my old olive oil cans which are a work of art unto themselves.

May favourite eye pillow.  It lives in my freezer ready to pop on my eyes when a migraine hits.  Also works well for TMJ pain after a dentist visit.  Tip for the day don't store near your frozen bananas, makes for a wiffy eye pillow.

Coffee tastes better out of a red machine, and this little machine has made many many double espressos.

This may be my favourite present of all time (though its a toss up between this and my 90cm Smeg oven).  I realised a lot of my kitchen gadgetry is red.  From my enamelled cast iron pot to the huge red glass jar I keep my rice in.  Red, red and more red.

If I have to have salt, this is where I want to get it from.  Stupidly expensive for what it is, I will always love my mini tagine salt and pepper doverlacky.

I found this painting in an antique store, in Olinda, that no longer exists.  I loved the painting, the colours and the frame.  It's also a bit beaten up, like me, which makes me love it even more.

Brought at an OPJ (Other People's Junk) market many a year ago this little specimen vase is still dear to my heart.

Another market find (Kallista Markets).  One of my favourite fall back jewellery pieces.

Ahh the shoes of gorgeousness.  How could I do a post about my addiction to red without a few shots of my glittery babies.

So much glitter left over, what can a girl do?  Make a broach, that's what.  So pretty and glittery.

Okay, okay.  A glittery red pear may be a tad weird but hey, I was bored.
I was going to do an apple but a pear is far more in keeping with my body shape.

Okay so maybe an intervention is required, especially with regard to the pear.  I obviously need to get out more.  But who can deny that red and a little glitter makes the whole day brighter?

Cheers
The red obsessed Michelle :)