Revealing the tales

Now: it's that time where it's neither yesterday nor tomorrow. About an hour past midnight- difficult to tell which time you're in. It's all at once very late, very early.
Cinderella is about to trip over her glass slippered feet in attempts to catch the last pumpkin bus home.
Brief interlude query glass slippers - bit dangerous eh, Miss Cinders? Shoes filled with magic, heels that could break into shards and stab your foot. That old fairy tale instance where girls put fashion above comfort.

So - I'm thinking, whilst tiptoe balancing upon the today-tomorrow cusp: I should upload a couple of postcards each day to this blog. Each day a new storyteller, a fresh pair of shoes brought to life by people, pens and postcards.
Or maybe just dump several big loads. A 'Here you go, have some Shoe tales.'
I think the first choice is far more enticing, romantic. So let's do this:

To continue onward from the first ten, here are three postcards. Three.
One for yesterday (10th), one all ready for tomorrow/today (11th) and a third for the melted time of neither today nor yesterday. The time of sleep. The dream time. Enjoy x