After an exhilarating shopping experience at Good Juju, the clock struck 6pm and the day ended for Cinderella. As she raced across the parking lot to her carriage, parked under the I70 overpass, her shoe flew off in the rush.
I scooped it up and remade it. You can see it pictured here next to her carriage. (Pumpkin)
Cindy, I am sorry if your Prince never found you without this shoe, but hey- finders keepers, right?
It was first spritzed with bronzey-gold paint, then misted with a can of black spray paint. I covered the soles, inside and out, with vintage paper.
The ruffles are dyed coffee filters, and her wings are from a cicada. After I took this photo, I thought it looked like she was missing something, so I gave her a glittered, white pumpkin to hold.
Trouble with that was that her arms don’t bend. So I had to snap them at the elbow and glue them in place with the punkin resting on her sparkly tutu.