I know, I know. It's red again, and even I cannot believe I went there. Sometimes you just can't fight the inevitable.
When presented with these boots by a co-worker, I couldn't get over how adorable they were. They are so tiny! A remnant from her childhood, I was struck by how sweet it was that Kay's mother had saved them for so many years. To look at them and think about the winter they were worn, one wonders how much snow might have fallen that season, did they walk down a sidewalk to school or church, did she wear them long past the time of proper fitting because she loved them so much?
In order to give some indication of scale, I placed one of those peppermint candies in the painting. And yes, I do realize I intentionally selected something red.
(note: Claire Sheldon, I know you loved those green leather cowboy boots from nursery school. The ones we bought on Hanover Street in the North End. The only reason I didn't save them for you was because you wore the leather out with love.)