During the over-filled-nose-bag season I've had to move my laptop from the dining table to a small corner of the room, where the painting (from which this detail comes) lives in front of me.
The painting is of the style of shoes that I've worn since the 60's. I have seen no reason to change my choice of style, or even of colour, for the past 60 years.
I was looking at the picture this morning, and could remember what fun I had painting the laces.
It's often the little things that make me smile, and this morning it was those laces.