My faded orange nail-polished toe (with impressive bunion) next to a shoe from China circa 1950, made to fit a woman who endured the ancient art of footbinding. My sister and I each treasure this strange little shoe, so we take turns owning it. I have it this year.
See photo below for greater understanding.
Songs for the Pure of Heart 
what’s the word for how this makes me feel? oh god . . .
yeah.
something……ehhh…..
sherry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!