By Paige

My mom used to christen the summer months by presenting child-aged Alexis with a crisp pair of white keds, that had affectionately been adorned with hand-painted strawberries.
When "back to school" would roll around, it would be time to chuck the worn, no longer white shoes - but I can honestly say that (for a few years, at least), I eagerly anticipated the next year's pair.

I am reminiscing about those days when looking at these embroidered loafers:




Perhaps it's time to unearth the tradition, and crack open the acrylic paints this weekend...