What is The Olive Shoe?

The short answer is that it’s a serving dish. This…drumroll pleaaaaasssseee…is the olive shoe:

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But first, a little back story…This is me and Grandma when I just a wee little thing…

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{Grandma and I in 1981}

We have a shoe thing. You see, she is quite a fashionable woman…one of the most stylish, polished, classy, kind, generous, ladylike women I’ve ever met and probably ever will. It is truly an honor to know her, and it’s an understatement to say that I’m lucky to have her as my Grandma. Tear. Whew!

Anyhoo, like I was saying, we have a shoe thing. She began commenting on my shoes when I was in middle school and started wearing something more than the white Keds® that everyone used to wear. Sometimes she approved of my shoe choices, and well, sometimes…she…didn’t. It was always fun to wear a new pair to see her, and gauge her reaction. Honestly, I still choose my shoes thoughtfully when I know I’m going to see her.

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{The illustration above is of a pair of shoes I had in college. I adored them. Sadly, one of them broke after I had owned them for about a year…sigh…I still miss them…}

Over the years, we’ve given each other shoe themed gifts as kind of a running joke, and just for fun, and well, now I have quite a few eclectic items – a clock, a shoe matching game (like Memory) – which I love to play with my goddaughter, Bella – even though she usually beats me, shoe notecards, shoe dessert plates, shoe towels, a shoe cell phone holder, shoe wine charms, shoe wine stoppers, shoe throw pillows…. And enough shoe ornaments to decorate a 3’ Christmas tree, which highly entertains people at work…pics to come at Christmas time…. The olive shoe dish is one of said “eclectic items”.

In the more recent past, the olive shoe has come to be expected when I entertain, filled with olives of course. It is one of my favorite things, and it has come to hold several meanings:

–          A bit of an obsession… I love shoes. (You’re probably at this point thinking, well yeah, obviously)… but I really do love them. New shoes, old shoes, comfy broken in shoes, shoes that you only wear once a year, kitten heels, ballet flats, wedges, flip flops, suede, patent leather, canvas, pumps, peep toes, stilettos OH MY! I love them. My heart skipped a beat writing all those adjectives…I’m a shoe dork. Lawwwwwwdd knows I can’t afford all the shoes I want (or have the space to store them), but oh how I do love them….

–          A reminder… I am quite a sentimental mush when I comes down to it, and little things like a serving dish shaped like a high heel can grow to embody so much more than what they are to the naked eye over time and usage. For obvious reasons, it reminds me of my grandmother and how dear she is, and as a result, of family… and FRAMILY  (Oh, and side note, I often use non-Oxford words, soooo…please just bear with me). The olive shoe, as a dish, could easily get knocked off a counter or hit in just the wrong way and shatter, so I have to be careful with it…which is true of my relationships with those important to me. With care, it will last a lifetime; it’s also a reminder that some things aren’t always what they seem at first glance (I have definitely gotten “Is that a high heel? With olives?” a few times), and that a simple dish for olives can be in the shape of a shoe because…well… life just needs a little whimsy now and again.

–          A metaphor… the olive shoe is itself a piece of art AND it’s functional AND it’s fun AND I love it dearly. That’s how I try to live – creatively, to the art-fullest, with heart, purpose, and a sense of humor.

So that’s the long version. Thanks from the bottom of my heart for stopping by. Have a great day!

Oh, and P.S. it’s my license plate too… so if you see me cruising around, please wave hello; I promise I’ll wave back if I see you! (…and don’t laugh too hard if I’m singing my heart out).

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