Three pairs of shoes

I am working for an old woman, she is very particular – picky even one might say - I seem to remember though that I like her. I decide and tell her though that I don’t want (need) to work for her anymore and I leave the tower block that she lives in.

On my journey from her place I find a pair of white, black and red shoes. The white have gold lacey patterns. The black are lacey and ornate too, but they are also sturdy – of the kind my nan might have worn when she was young, stylish but practical.

I admire the white and black shoes and take them with me, though I do not like the red and leave them behind.

I find a white and gold top, I look for a similar skirt but cannot find one and feel that the outfit is not complete. I also have a lacey black shawl.

All of the clothes are old fashioned and used, but they are also ‘new’ – somehow they are both! The top has a laundry bag around it, as if it has been laundered ready for my use (it is not disimilar to bridal wear).