derive of environs

my mother wore the same shoes in the house everyday my entire childhood. moccasin slippers with the thunderbird beaded on the front: buckskin. everytime a pair would wear out we would go on a new adventure to a native craft and bead store near the military base where my family was stationed at the time. the moccasins were always brown, and the thunderbird always red and black. turning the tides of age and slowly becoming a crone i adopted her shoes, much like she adopted me. mine have no thunder sown under, with the toe to meet & greet. mine are all fuzzy uggin: awkward with learning to walk in my mothers house, even though I have not been there in decades. the house is mine and i inheriet her mis-steps which forced me to subscribe to the grip on the soles of these dead sandals.