Because it is almost Halloween, I thought I would post this . . . red, sparkly shoes! Click your heals together and think “there is no place like home!” What more can one want?

I was Glinda the Good Witch one year for Halloween as a little girl, I had the perfect outfit. It was very pink and puffy – plenty of frou-frou. I had a glittery crown. My Dad made me a wand that was as tall as I and with a deadly, pointy star on the top. But, in my wizened old age, I now realize I totally missed out on the Ruby Slipper Factor, a fault I will remedy someday. . . even if I have to wear gingham and pig-tales.