Red Shoes
The Red Shoes are the prescribed flat-heeled footwear issued to every Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead, a vivid emblem of their uniformed subjugation and a recurring object through which Offred registers her body, her constrained movement, and her small acts of private resistance. They are part of the official costume—red, flat-heeled "to save the spine and not for dancing"—and they accompany Offred through every permitted journey: down the polished hallway, along the brick sidewalk, past the checkpoint, into the doctor's office, and up to the master bedroom for the Ceremony. More than a mere accessory, the shoes become a site of memory, a measure of time, and a container for illicit hope.
Design and Symbolism
The Red Shoes are government-issue, part of the full red outfit that defines a Handmaid: the ankle-length skirt, the full sleeves, the white wings, and the red gloves. Their flat heel is explicitly functional—designed to protect the spine rather than to permit dancing—and their color is "the color of blood, which defines us." Offred notes that she never looked good in red, and the shoes, like the rest of the uniform, are not chosen but imposed. They mark her as a walking vessel, a national resource, and they make her visible from a distance: a red shape against the brick sidewalk, a figure that the Guardians watch as she passes. Yet within this rigid uniformity, the shoes also become a private archive. Offred hides a pat of butter in the toe of her right shoe after dinner, saving it to rub on her face and hands as a substitute for the hand lotion that the Wives have banned. The butter goes rancid, and she knows she will smell "like an old cheese," but the act of saving it—of using her shoe as a cache—is a small ceremony of self-preservation, a way of believing that she will someday be touched again in love or desire.
Movement and Constraint
The shoes measure Offred's daily geography: the polished hallway, the dusty-pink runner, the red brick sidewalk, the cement of the main street. They count the way down the stairs as she descends for the Ceremony, and they press against the floor of the Commander's study when she sits across from him at the Scrabble board. They are the part of her that touches the ground, and through them she feels the undulations of the brick sidewalk where the earth has buckled from winter frost. When she walks with Ofglen, her red-gloved hands clasped in front, she takes "short little steps like a trained pig's, on its hind legs." The shoes enforce a gait that is demure, contained, and visible. Yet Offred also uses them to assert a flicker of agency: as she walks away from the young Guardians at the checkpoint, she moves her hips a little, feeling the full red skirt sway around her, and she hopes they get hard at the sight of her. The shoes are part of that performance, the red shape retreating down the street.
The Body and the Shoe
The shoes also mark the boundary between Offred's body and the world. In the bathroom, after the Ceremony, she takes off the red stockings and the loose cotton pantaloons, but the shoes remain part of the uniform she cannot shed. The tattoo on her ankle—four digits and an eye, "a passport in reverse"—is visible when she steps into the bath, and it guarantees that she will never be able to fade into another landscape. The shoes are the last thing she puts on before leaving her room, and they are the first thing she feels when she kneels on the floor of the sitting room, her heels tucked underneath her. They are also the object through which she registers the presence of others: when Nick's boot touches her foot during the Ceremony, she feels her shoe soften, blood flows into it, it grows warm, it becomes a skin. She moves her foot away, then he touches it again. The shoes, in that moment, become a conduit for touch, a point of contact that is both dangerous and desired.
The Shoes as Evidence of Time
The Red Shoes mark the passage of time in Gilead. In summer, Offred wears lighter-weight shoes with discreet slits cut in them, though nothing so daring as sandals. The change of footwear signals the shift from spring to summer, from the tulips to the irises, from the cold to the heat. The shoes also carry the memory of the time before: Offred remembers the shoes she used to wear then—running shoes with cushioned soles and breathing holes, stars of fluorescent fabric that reflected light in the darkness. She remembers the freedom of wearing shorts, jeans, jogging pants, and of having control over her own clothes, her own money. The Red Shoes are the opposite of that freedom: they are issued, prescribed, and they never change. They are the same for every Handmaid, and they will be the same tomorrow and the day after, until Offred is transferred or dies.
The Shoes at the End
In the final moments of Offred's narrative, as she stands in the hallway under the mirror, the Red Shoes are still on her feet. She is escorted down the stairs by the two men from the black van, and she steps up into the darkness within—or else the light. The shoes go with her, the last trace of her uniform, the last object that ties her to the life she has lived in the Commander's house. Whether she reaches safety or is recaptured, the Red Shoes remain a part of her story, a small, stubborn piece of evidence that she was there, that she walked the brick sidewalks, that she hid butter in the toe, and that she kept moving, one foot after the other, through the long parentheses of nothing.