That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for June 20, 2024

Even Cinderella had to admit that the Prince was prettier than she was.

One of my original 2021 comments (slightly edited):

/// “If the shoe fits,” thought Cindy’s step-sister,

“I’ll be Mrs. to Prince Charming’s Mister.”

And yet try as she might,

the shoe still was too tight,

(his sole fitting excuse to resist her).

/// Sister two tried the contest to steal.

With a knife she lopped off her right heel.

But the blood and the gore

pouring onto the floor

caught them wise and torpedoed the deal.

/// Cinderella slipped in past the guards,

donned the shoe; gave the Prince her regards.

His heart, Cindy had stolen,

but her foot became swollen

and the glass slipper burst into shards.

Prince: “This shoe will fit my perfect girl!”

Cinderella’s sister: “So you have a foot fetish?”

My original comment: Immediately after Cinderella stepped into the slippers, she sent her stepsisters to work in the castle laundry room.

Cinderella is about to step up in the world, no doubt about it.

Into the shoe of glass

the poor deprived lass

will put her tiny foot

and rise from all the soot

We’ll make it fit, You’re hot!

England’s team tryouts for the Olympic Cinderella shoe fitting competition.

After their wedding and just before their marriage is about to be consummated, Cinderella throws off her disguise and reveals “she” is actually a Cinder-fella.

Thom McCan, back when you could expect real attention at a shoe store.

Wish I could remember the name of the comedian who told the story of Cinderella while mixing up the words of the story. Loved the part where he spoke about the Prince’s search for “the girl whose soot the flipper shitz”.

Interrupted while scrubbing the ‘loo,/

Cinderella fit into the shoe:/

The Prince was delighted/

And he’s also nearsighted:/

So he threw in the other two, too.///

Cried the stepsisters:”Dios mio!”/

He’s taking us on as a trio!”

And he happily led/

Three women to bed/

He’s a Taurus, aRam, and a Leo..

In later years, Cinderella/

No longer heard cries oh “Che bella!”/

Though the process was slow/

She let herself go:/

Now she’s mostly made of mozzarella.

“Those are some big shoes to fill. Size 14?”

Don’t forget to wash out the blood of those who amputated a few toes in attempts to fit.

Ooh, did you gold “Triumph” sneakers finally arrive?

Cinderella About to Try on the Glass Slipper: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Richard Redgrave" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, Brave, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Glass, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this painting, including the museum’s Description. Other versions points to the webpage with the strip coloration image. 

Again, a larger strip image is also shown by merely clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s THROWBACK THURSDAY: MASTERPIECE #2766 (8/9/21) (June 19, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment. I have added a reply there updating my comment pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 2 works by this artist have been used here (3 times total, including this Throwback Thursday repeat), the August 9, 2021, strip being its first use. The August 11, 2021, strip has the latest by him.

An actual ‘Thumbnail’. So much detail denied.

Okay, it’s dumb to expect logic from a fairy tale, but a) why didn’t the shoe disappear at midnight like everything else the FG conjured, and b) if it didn’t disappear, wouldn’t Cindy have the matching one in her possession which would be even better evidence than having a foot that fit?

Yes, it’s lovely, but, I was really hoping for an open-toed Christian Louboutin Prive, in a nice, dusky rose color.

Written around 2:00am NYC time:

/// Priceless is, once again, posting late

and there’s no one to blame or berate.

So, I’ll have to curse fate

that we’re all forced to wait.

I’m addicted and need to create!!!

/// These late hours are my favorite time

to invent and type stories in rhyme.

That will all have to keep.

Guess I’ll just go to sleep

and check in when my brain’s past its prime.