Emmaleigh's Shoe ~ "The Rest Of The Story...."

No, I didn't overdo the pain meds, and yes, I'm sorry to have left you hanging with that strange, strange, post a few hours ago.

In my defense, however, I had originally intended to do things all in one post; but then decided it would be too lengthy....So, then, I decided I'd do two, back-to-back, posts....Well, I did one, and the 'puter went funky.  (STILL is funky and making me very, very, cranky....)

Ok...the point already....

 

The "story" of Emmaleigh's shoe is, just that....a story.

Not very cleverly crafted or artfully told, I confess, but, you see....

IT'S MISI'S FAULT!

It goes back to the Merriment Chain hostessed this past holiday season by the lovely, inimitable, Misi from 1890 Gable House Musings and the equally lovely, and ever-so-charming, Robyn from Primlish.

As if the chain weren't gift enough to those of us who participated, the fun-infested hostesses sponsored a participant "game night" afterwards to usher in the new year.

For once my computer cooperated, and I had a few surviving post-holiday brain cells left to work with, and actually won a "game" or two.....

And, despite my recent "no mail receptacle" issues, a most glorious package found its way to me a week or so ago....

Larger than it should have been (as I was told I had won gift cards), it was still unassuming in its size.

Upon opening it, however, it was a gift that filled a room - and a heart....

 

 Look at that beautiful envelope....and, inside, and even more-than-gorgeous card:

But, it was the shoe....the glorious, wonderful, SHOE that crept inside my soul and heart and stole the lot of them.  (If you know anything by now from following my blog, it ought to be that I have a serious "thing" for shoes....especially, "old" shoes, and even more especially, for "old, children's" shoes.....)

One sole (no pun intended), lone, little, shoe - tattered, and carefully, sweetly, mended....in the most gorgeous russet color...."Misi-fied" to perfection with with grass nesting and a wee little gourd egg.

Of course, then the wheels started turning in my little birdbrain....thinking about that shoe.  Where it had come from....where had its mate gone....who would keep only one....who had mended it so carefully and creatively?

When I thanked Miss Misi for my generous gift and suggested that she somehow "got" what exactly would "get" me, she wittingly (or, would that be "unwittingly?") responded that she had thought this little shoe "needed a story" and suspected that I might appreciate its past enough to give it one.

Little did she know, that it had been given several already.  Emmaleigh's was just the "latest" one that happened to spew out when I sat down this afternoon to do this post.

And I am most certain, it won't be the last.  (But, lucky for you all, I'll spare ya....)

:o)

So, thank you again, Sweet Misi.  Like I said - you so, so, "get" me....And, Robyn, thank you for your part in the gift of merriment that has kept on giving all these months.

 For those of you who were patient enough to read through my little indulgence with Emmaleigh's story (and actually leave kind comments) - wow...I owe you big, big, time!!