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They say that one man's trash is another man's treasure. Sure enough, as my husband scoured through a rummage sale last weekend, he came upon a bit of a "surprise" for me. As I waited for him to get home I wondered just what silly trinket he had picked up while he was out. I had no clue what to expect, but I can promise you that it wasn't this:

A pair of tap shoes for two dollars???

For those of you who think this may be a strange thing to purchase, he knew that his uber-talented wife took tap lessons for 15 years. Granted, those lessons ended about 15 years ago (heaven help me, how did I get this old??) and since he's known me I've shown very little signs of any sort of coordination, so it was partly a purchase for him to see if I actually knew how to do anything that remotely looked like a tap dance.

And sure enough... I did! It may not have been pretty, and granted I felt pretty rusty trying to pull some old combinations out of my head, but maybe tap dancing is a lot like riding a bike. And with all of these hardwood floors in our house, it's only a matter of time before it all comes back to me.

So yes, from here on out I will be that girl- the one the neighbors talk about as being "strange" because she taps everywhere she goes in her house. But for $2, I have never been happier to be that girl! And to the sellers- you totally undercut yourself... you could've gotten WAY more from this sucker! But thank you for selling your "junk" to my husband. I love them!