Walk A Mile In My Shoes

Hello, Dear Ones.

Many of you know about 3 months ago my dear little Mother had to go into a nursing home. 

She's doing pretty well, but at age 90 her little mind is confused a lot.

We packed up her things from her retirement home apartment and put them into storage.

Some of the sentimental things I bought to my house.

Some little things I found became the centerpoint of my little vignette 

at the opposite end of my sun porch.

Please ignore the cord. I need to poke it through the slats of the shutters.

 First I have this roses made from book pages wreath hanging on the shutter screen I made years ago.

 Then one of my favorite little vases with the bunnies and hydrangeas.

Faux of course.

You know what I say - I love my fauxs and my fauxs love me! :)

 A little memory picked up years and years ago in London.

 Must have light!

 Here's what I found in my little Mother's things.

A pair of my little baby shoes. I do believe I must have used these to walk in as they are really worn.

I started walking when I was 9 months old. I'm so talented like that, you know! ;)

I have to admit, I shed a few tears when I saw these knowing my Mother loved these little shoes because she saved them.

So here's my little nostalgic vignette. 

Thinking I walked a lot in these little shoes and got into things little babies get into, I'm sure I walked a mile in them and probably a whole lot more.

So I'm being a bit nostalgic today and that's a sweet thing sometimes.

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Be a bunch of sweeties,

Shelia ;)

I'll leave you with a little Note Song~

Walk A Mile In My Shoes

If I could be you, if you could be me
For just one hour, if we could find a way
To get inside each other's mind
If you could see you through my eyes
Instead your own ego I believe you'd be
I believe you'd be surprised to see
That you've been blind

Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes

Now if we spend the day
Throwin' stones at one another
'Cause I don't think, 'cause I don't think
Or wear my hair the same way you do
Well, I may be common people
But I'm your brother
And when you strike out
You're tryin' to hurt me
It's hurtin' you, Lord HAVE mercy

Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes

Now there are people on reservations
And out in the ghetto
And brother there, but, for the grace of God
Go you and I,
If I only had wings of a little angel
Don't you know, I'd fly
To the top of a mountain
And then I'd cry, cry, cry

Walk a mile in my shoes
just walk a mile in my shoes
Before you abuse, criticize and accuse
Then walk a mile in my shoes

~ sung by Joe South