No Place like Home if Home is a Place

I had to go to midtown for something or other yesterday, but one of the stops that made my otherwise dull visit worthwhile was the jewelry store Solange on Madison Avenue, which showcased a limited engagement of Dorothy's ruby red shoes from the Wizard of Oz.  It is the last stop on a promotional tour before they go up for auction later this month for those who still have the wallet as well as the love for that classic (now probably quickly getting forgotten film)

What struck me, as would most likely strike anybody who saw the film, is their color.  They are not as red, they do not shine, and in fact, they looked like any old pair of shoes.  Perhaps this was because of where they were shown (not exhibited) and because of my own half baked interest in them.  I am sure that a combination of other factors contributed to my lack of enthusiasm, but they were fun to look at just as an icon of culture.  But I suspect that were it something like, say, Glenn Gould's scarf and gloves, I would be there in awe at those everyday items.

But it was still fun- and may be the first and last chance to see them before they disappear from the public eye (and into the hands of a private collector)

inside reading "#7 Judy Garland"

"There's no place like home"