In light of the beautiful snow storm pictorial outside of my living room windows, it is appropriate to make a joke about footie suspenders.
I do not, on principle, like these kinds of boots. I had a really cute pair of them awhile ago when when they were new.
They were Tiffany blue, not camel like everyone's these days, and they were a present. But as with leggings, which I wear to the gym and around the house but otherwise have a certain wariness of, these boots became too trendy, and now they adorn all ladies legs it seems
, ages 8 months to 38 years or so.
But in full disclosure, I now own 2 pairs of said-style boots. It happened out of necessity - I acquired my first pair from a Target when in need of appropriate foot attire to stand in the freezing cold of the Washington Mall for 10 or so hours during the Obama inauguration. These little black boots were the least expensive alternative I could find, and roomy enough to fit several pairs of socks underneath them. So enough said.
Next, on my recent trip to Baltimore, I was packing very light. Only there for a day, I brought a single pair of shoes, ballet flats, to serve as my airport shoes, the shoes I wore to the gym, my shoes for all my appointments out, etc.
Too bad it was torrentially raining once I got out of my appointments and headed back on the bus to grab a meal and relax at the hotel. By the early evening, hours before my flight, my feet were soaking and squishy, and my shoes un-dry-able. This is when I made the pseudo-desperate decision to book it to the nearest Payless Shoe Source and find, yet again, the least expensive pair of cozy foot-muffs I could. Enter a new pair of these silly boots, this time chocolate brown.
And though it pains me to own these boots, which make me automatically think of 12-year-old mean girls every time I wear them, they are several things I admit - basic, easy, cozy, warm.
Living in a crazy place called New England, where they don't even bother to let it stop blizzarding before they shovel the snow off the ground (?!?), I pretty much need these boots. I should be thankful for these boots. But
then enter the footie suspenders.
Remember stirrup pants for little girls and occasionally their elementary school teachers to wear with a baggy sweater?
Well, in case you want to re-live those days with a pair of faddy boots, go right ahead. In fact, it's a necessity, that if you don't want your jeans to look funky tucked into your big old clunky boots, you need to refashion them into stirrup pants and re-live the second grade.
Honestly, I am no one's judge in terms of fashion. In fact, the more funky the better, and everyone is entitled to their own personal style. But I am just saying if you have to stirrup your pants to make your Clydesdale feet look cooler this winter, I am not of your kindred.
PS - O and I got into our first snowball fight this morning, and guess who won? That's right - go opposable thumbs!!
I bet we each lived every moment knowing and believing this, our world be at it's best.
So I have been sick the past week, and I have been trying to decide just how sick I have been. It was just a cold, thank goodness, not the flu or H1N1 or strep or anything terribly nasty. But it lingers like this evolving irritant - last Saturday it was a sore throat, sometimes it's been full out disgusting, and some morning I just feel like I am going to pass out. But it is really just a cold, which kind of make me feel like a baby. But I am just a squishy human after all. Nothing to do about that.
It make me sound like a horrible person, but it is part of my social anxiety I guess. I want to write them the nicest cards, get them the most thoughtful gifts, and so I procrastinate. Well, that needs to stop. It is one of my best friend's birthdays this week, so time to ante up. I can't wait to get my Christmas goodies in the mail, so I can start making more collage cards. How relaxing and fun was that?
So I take my concoction out of the microwave and promptly spill it/slosh it out over my netbook's teeny type pad. Ick!!! So I am yelling to S about this (his Skype face is inches from disaster) and so so worried that my typepad will get messed up and my keys will not work anymore. And right after Skype, despite my drying them off the whole time with paper towels and dish rags, the keys start short circuiting! So I do what I know to do, and break out my hair dryer and start drying the keys. It seems useless. I bought a warrantee on this thing that I do not think extends to "spilling the beans." So I do that for 20 minutes, see no improvements in my keyboard (it types "jkzcfgbnou0-no" and such for the letter "e"), and then I turn off my computer and cry. BUT the next morning it's working again - like new, except that their is still some green salsa I am sure under the space bar, which makes it hard to not smoosh my words up when I type fast. So THANK YOU fate, for not allowing my clumsiness to totally, utterly wreck my connection to the outside world. I do appreciate it.
tried going to work, staying home, and too much boredom. It's time to kick this cold out with a little shopping and exercise. The weekend is too precious to spend it dizzy and hacking!
So it has not been a wasted year. It started out half-way across the world, and it feels in some ways like I have been running the distance back home. But in 2010, I anticipate a steady stream of goodness to come from the world around me and my interaction with all beings. I want to appreciate my blessings and live purely in them, giving back to them the joy they give to me.
They were Tiffany blue, not camel like everyone's these days, and they were a present. But as with leggings, which I wear to the gym and around the house but otherwise have a certain wariness of, these boots became too trendy, and now they adorn all ladies legs it seems
, ages 8 months to 38 years or so.
Too bad it was torrentially raining once I got out of my appointments and headed back on the bus to grab a meal and relax at the hotel. By the early evening, hours before my flight, my feet were soaking and squishy, and my shoes un-dry-able. This is when I made the pseudo-desperate decision to book it to the nearest Payless Shoe Source and find, yet again, the least expensive pair of cozy foot-muffs I could. Enter a new pair of these silly boots, this time chocolate brown.
Living in a crazy place called New England, where they don't even bother to let it stop blizzarding before they shovel the snow off the ground (?!?), I pretty much need these boots. I should be thankful for these boots. But then enter the footie suspenders.
As the year draws to a close, and I embark on the birthdays of first S, then me, I am looking back and finding myself very thankful for the time we've had together so far.
