Thursday, April 24, 2014

If the shoe fits

The last time my dad visited the ranch he left behind a pair of shoes, 
and they've been collecting dust ever since.

 I've now re-purposed them as barn toys,
and I'm sure he would approve.

Hank: These are a pretty big shoes to fill.

George and Alan couldn't figure out how to put it on,

or how to tie it.

Then I put a cookie in the bottom.

George: Put yourself in my shoe. How would you feel if there was a cookie within reach 
but your mouth was too big to get it?

George: See what I mean? The shoe is on the other foot.

George waited for the other shoe to drop.


  1. they can entertain themselves, you and US with almost nothing... i am wondering how long the shoe will last...

  2. This is such a darling post. I love your finding joy in the simplest acts. And what a way to honor your father to repurpose his shoes for toys for your kids.

  3. Funny, this post makes me happy and sad all at the same time. :)

  4. Ha haa your Dad would have loved this post!

  5. great fun with simple means, love the cookie at the bottom!

  6. I saw this birdhouse the other day and when I saw your Dad's shoes, they reminded me of it.

  7. A wonderful story line, your dad is enjoying a good laugh! And I'm sure I heard Alan say: "Shoe fly, don't bother me". :-)