We held our Visiting Conference in April on Enrichment Night.  We advertised with posters stating "If the Shoe fits . . . just DO it!"  Our Enrichment Teacher gave a darling lesson.  She recently moved into our ward and in her previous ward was the Visiting Teaching Coordinator.  She got up to teach her lesson and her cell phone immediately rang.  She proceeded to have a "conversation" with her "VT Partner" using every possible excuse not to go.  It was really quite funny.  Then she repeated the conversation saying all the right things.  It was very effective.  She rocks!

Then I was in charge of the Relief "Sole"ciety Shoe Store skit. I had the Relief Society room (3 long tables in front) set up with probably 50 pair of shoes or more- every color, every style.  I borrowed from a couple of friends.  In brightly colored boxes on the center table were the special pairs I used in the skit (loafers, flip flops, sneakers, fuzzy slippers, converse, and high heels.)  I would fling off the lids and pull out each pair as we talked about it.  A member of our Enrichment committee manages a Lady Foot Locker here and she loaned me some display racks from her store.  I rewrote the skit a little so that I was the "store clerk" and all the sisters there were my customers.  I had two Young Adults be the voices of the shoes – as in "you know it's the right pair when the shoes speak to you."  Everyone got a big kick out of it. I think that skit makes the necessary points of a very important subject in a comical way and that the sisters appreciate not being directly preached to sometimes.  I only wish more sisters had attended.  Of course, the ones who need to hear this information are never there!  Oh, well.  We had about 45 sisters in attendance – out of 129 in our RS.

After the skit I had the sisters go into the Cultural Hall where earlier in the day, I had made a 40 foot circle with the name of each sister in the ward on a sheet of paper taped to the floor.  I told the sisters in attendance to find their own name and stand on it.  The RS room had seemed quite full, but once we got into that huge hall, we could see just how many sisters in our ward network were missing.  I told the sisters now that they had found their name, I wanted them to sit down – not on the floor, not in chairs, just act like they are sitting down right where they were.  After a couple of minutes I heard groans about "My quads are killing me!"  I then told them to take about three giant steps toward the center – forming a tight circle with no spaces between each other.  Then everyone turned to face right and was able to sit on the lap of the sister behind her - showing that if we depend on each other and work together we can accomplish great things, but we need EACH & EVERY sister! 

Then we played a hilarious game.  It was as if we were all at a 6 year old's birthday party.  I had the sisters divide into two teams.  The first sister in line would run from one end of the basketball court to a large tub at half court, remove one shoe and hop on the foot with the shoe still on back to the end of the line.  After each team member had gone, the entire team was to race to the bucket, find her shoe, put it back on and then race back to the starting point.  First complete team finished won.  WHO CARES who won?  It was so funny.  One sister was wearing the tallest spiky heels and tried to hop back.  One sister had her arms crossed tightly across her chest to reduce "bouncing" while hopping back.  We were all laughing so hard we were crying.

After the game, the sisters stopped by the kitchen and were served strawberry shortcake.  They returned to the RS room where we closed the meeting.  The evening was only about an hour long, but almost all the sisters stayed and chatted for quite a while.  I was still home before 9:00.  HURRAY!