A Shoe Story Written by Mike Ross Haines Shoe House “I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. So I said, “Got any shoes you’re not using?” Steven Wright Related 17 thoughts on “A Shoe Story” I can picture a smaller version of this as a Tiny House, pulled by a hippie or two in an old Volvo station wagon . . . exploring the countryside :)) Great pic! Dawn LikeLike Reply Thanks Dawn, I considered calling the post tiny house hunters but its really not that tiny. If you look at my older shoe house post you can see a smaller one in the back. I think its a dog shoe house. https://photographyocd.com/2017/04/02/all-mamas-children/ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I’ll take a look :)) LikeLike Reply That’s adorable!!! :)) LikeLike Reply No shoe dogs or dogs with shoes were seen. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Oh Mike, this is a FUN odd ball. Love the whimsy. 😀 LikeLike Reply Thanks Cee, if I knew the tour was only $5 I would have taken it. Next time for sure. LikeLike Reply Thanks for visiting my blog, Mike. I replied to your comment there. Steven Wright is hilarious. I’ve enjoyed his humor for decades. This joke is funny. LikeLike Reply Yes I know you’ve done it that’s what I was referring to, and with style! LikeLike Reply Bwahaha I love this!!!!!! LikeLike Reply Thanks, one day I’ll try their hand-dipped ice cream and Mellie’s Makery treats. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Great shoe LikeLike Reply I always loved that rhyme… LikeLike Reply Me too, its timeless. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, I was there the other day and they fixed the cracks and painted it a strange beige. Still a very cool shoe. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Wonderful, Mike. This reminds me of the nursery rhyme. “There was an old woman who lived in a shoe…” I love the quirkiness of it. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Me too Patti so I told my own version of it here: https://photographyocd.com/2017/04/02/all-mamas-children/ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.