Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Mini-Imelda: A Story (Mostly) in Pictures

Once there was a little girl, who was precocious and charming, who loved all things pink and sparkly, who looked at the world through sunny-hued eyes. This little angel was the first daughter, the first grandchild, the first niece, and was hence showered with all manners of gifts: cuddly stuffed animals, books for reading and for coloring, clothes in rainbow colors, toys in all shapes and sizes.

And quite an assortment of footwear.

Most of them were not from her parents but from grandparents and relatives and friends who could not (or would not) be persuaded otherwise to stop giving the little girl any more.

Now this little girl, who was inquisitive (almost all the time) and obedient (most of the time) loved to pick and choose her footwear for the day from her ever-growing collection.

If she wanted to go outdoors, should she wear...

... her trusty pink boots that were made for walkin'? ... sneakers for traipsing on the grass?

... the "bigger girl" rubber shoes that she thinks are so cool?

... any of her other pink shoes?

... Sleeping Beauty or Crocs-type ones?
... girly sandals like the sparkly pink ones she wore for her aunt's wedding?

She even had swimming shoes for the times she could persuade her father to go for a dip:

Of course she had no choice for school but black shoes:

But for romping around in her home, she had her pick from:

... the slippers at the foot of her bed (very nicely made in Liliw),


... the Dora slippers in the study,

... other pink rubber slippers for playing with water or with soil or both...

... the yellow slippers she liked so much when she was younger.

But guess what she favored most of all.

Au naturel...
Yes. With all the footwear at her disposal, the mini-Imelda still preferred to go barefoot indoors.

2 comments:

  1. hayy...manang-mana sa tita!!!:) how about another post about her love for accessories, especially for her hair? :)

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  2. Fantastic....I am referring to the angel withher feet firmly planted on bare reality - as well as to the writer, who, it seems did inherit the genes from her lola who used to write the lyrics of songs for the church ... and even came up with one for a full length sarsuela.
    Don't stop writing... in fact you have inspired me to get back where I left off...

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