Tiny Dancer

I recently purchased these darling slippers for my daughter. They are basic ballet shoes for her first class, made by Capezio. They fit perfectly, and are very well constructed. They came wrapped in tissue paper inside a thin black box, and when I opened them, I was transported back to when I was a little girl. I'm a bit wistful about my old ballet school days, so putting these slippers on my daughter for the first time along with tights and a leotard was a sweet experience. There's something inherently beautiful about ballet shoes, and these ones are so small and dear I almost want to prominently display them in our house.

House Slippers

We're all familiar with the allure of high heels. Ever since a young age I've thought there was nothing prettier than a high-heeled shoe on a pretty lady. I fondly remember pulling out every pair from my grandmother's closet, stroking the fabric, running my fingers along the edges, painstakingly trying each one on. She would tell me about every pair - where she got them from, what she wore them with, how she danced in them and what they meant to her. It seemed to me that a lady's high heels brought on fun, excitement, and sophistication. Every bride wears heels. Every glamourous woman at a party wears heels. The higher the better. Patent leather and satin are especially good. So why not wear them all the time? I think we all know the answer.
I was looking for something to wear around the house instead of my heavy rubber-soled slippers. Somewhere in the grey area between a 4 inch heel and an elephant shoe. I came across the prettiest little crushable flats, that mold to my feet and feel a lot like ballet slippers. Instead of clunking around like I normally do, these dainty little things make me feel more feminine and encourage me to walk more softly. There are many similar styles out there, like the ones from Juicy or Tory Burch, but I thought these Gap ones were pretty. They're called "The City Flat" but I definitely think they are suited to strictly indoor use (unless you're Amy Winehouse).