Thursday, September 10, 2009

Shoeblogging Anyone?

I love the scene were Kristin and Ingebjorn go into town dressed in their convent garb and end up buying shoes. I think this is the scene where I first started relating to Kristin. When I lived with the Consecrated RC women, my fellow co-workers and I would run errands for them. TJ Maxx was on the way to the post office, so we'd frequently stop in to replace our nylons, but more than once, I'd find myself lagging in the shoe department. On impulse one day, I bought a pair of high heels. Loved them, but knew, as soon as I walked out of the store, I'd made a mistake. They were too expensive. The heels were too high. But I went back to the house and put them on. Within minutes, the balls of my feet were so sore, I could barely walk. For the rest of the year, they were known as my penance shoes.

7 comments:

Emily J. said...

Surely a sign that you lacked a vocation to the religious life.

The shoe scene reminds me of Grandpa's proverb: (to mom about her red birkenstocks? to you on your rehearsal dinner outfit?) "Only little girls and whores wear red shoes."

Melanie B said...

My former roommate from college, Amelie Torre, is now consecrated RC. I wonder if you ever met her? Through her I went on a weekend coworker peek retreat at the RC house in RI. It was shortly before I was engaged to my husband. Needless to say, I decided I didn't have a vocation. I think all the RC women I met struck me as just a bit too perky for my personality. I couldn't imagine living in community with them.

Betty Duffy said...

I knew Amelie! A very serious and "efficacious" woman. I remember her standing over my bed one morning when I slept through Mass. I don't think I would use the word perky to describe that particular episode. But I know what you're talking about. One of the benefits of living with them, especially the older ones, is that some of that exuberance wears thin with time, and you begin to see the real people behind the "zeal for souls."

Sadly, I think the unwillingness to admit the realities and sorrows of their lives (in the spirit of charity, of course), was the impetus for many of them to return to civilian life.

David said...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, who's read Hans Christian Anderson's "The Red Shoes"? It terrified me pleasurably as a child. Little girl obsesses about red shoes, gets them, can't concentrate in church because of them, wears them on a Sunday (or something) and they take her dancing helplessly over hill and dale until a kind woodchooper CHOPS OFF HER FEET WITH THE SHOES IN THEM, and then he gives her two crutches and she goes to be a serving maid for a pastor's family and then she sneaks into church and says Psalm 51 and she drops down dead (and goes to heaven).

Forgotten all about it till this discussion.

You had a lucky escape, there, Mrs Duffy...

David said...

...and David is Number One Son. Logged into my computer.

Oops.

Otepoti

Betty Duffy said...

I thought for a minute we had an inteloper here, David! Ha ha.

I love The Red Shoes. Read it to my kids not long ago, and they were pleasurably terrified too.

Melanie B said...

Betty,
I somehow missed your reply re Amelie. Funny but serious and efficacious wouldn't have been the words I'd have chosen to describe her back when we were in college. Though I can see those parts of her personality coming out in a different situation.

Anyway, I was inspired to pick up our lapsed correspondence and shot off an email reply to her last letter to me that was almost a year overdue. So thank you for your unintentional prod.