She remembered one story her mom told her when she was a child: “when I was your age I use to save the wooden spools to make pretend high heels. We would put the spools on our heels and wound around the ankle with twine. We would go up and down the neighborhood trotting with our high heels. We would stay on these spools for so long that we would have the hole engraved on our heels. After a while the twine was not needed anymore.”
As a child she found grotesque that image of heels permanently marred by the imprint of the spools. But the fact that the girls back then treasured the wooden spools, keeping and trading on it was somehow sweet.
From now on, she could never ignore a wooden spool.
