dancin’ shoes…

Last week when I felt lack of gym motivation I decided to do the stairs as cardio. I had not been down more than a few stairs since my total knee replacement five months ago so I figured it was time to try the  13 stairs.  I went down and back with ease. So after a couple more rounds I was winded and called it a day.

Suddenly I realized… if I can get downstairs I can also get back to painting stuff. I emphasize stuff because it is my personal pet peeve all the people who refer to one’s artwork as stuff. I really like your stuff they say. Gad, I hate that! I digress.

But I wrote stuff because I paint all sorts of things including shoes! So yesterday I went down and painted two pairs of red converse. It is kind of humorous actually about having two pairs of red which needed paint.

The first pair is from 2006 when I slipped wearing these shoes in the rain  and broke my wrist. It was the first time I had worn them and I did not put them on again for 5 years feeling the jinx. Last year I decided if I painted them I might wear them. So I masked them off and painted them brown. They came out okay but looking too giraffe for my taste so into the back of the closet they went again unworn and deserted.  I decided to add more paint, so I masked again and yesterday added silver and then brass and voila…new dancing shoes.

The second pair I bought at the outlets last year for $11 with the intention of painting as black/white/red plaid and far too conservative for me. So I masked off and painted with brass metallic. And of course  not until I completely pulled all the tape off today I can see that like the giraffe before them, they need more paint!

After the paint was dry I tossed them into the new high efficiency dryer for a few minutes to officially heat set the paint and the dryer turned itself off because of the unbalanced load.  I do ponder how I will be rinsing my hand-dyes now with the high-efficiency washer that uses about 1 cup of water to wash the laundry.

Dance on…