The Big DumpTruck

You say "wee wee wee" all the way home, and how do I thank you? I jam you into shoes that kind of crush you a little big so that you hurt all morning but then eventually don't hurt any more, which is awesome of you. Those really are nice shoes, I mean, it's all worth it when you see how cute they are, even on my mongo feet. People will see you jammed into these hot little sandals and think "hey, she has got it going ON! I'll bet she didn't even buy those on sale!" but they would be wrong.

So thank you, little piggy toe. I'm sorry about that. Tomorrow I'll treat you to some flip flops.

Labels: feet, shoes

I have an issue with my currently available shoe selection. I put on navy blue pants this morning and came to the awful conclusion that I own no shoes to wear with navy blue pants.

Someone has to fix that situation. I assume that someone is me. Unless one of you is a shoe designer looking for someone to beta test a new design. Wait, do designers beta test things? It can't be called that, right? I'm such a geek.

I also need a pair of tan sandals for work. I have some but they are too casual. Need something a tad fancier, and yet, way comfy. I think I could be trying to find something that meets those requirements until I retire.

Labels: shoes, shopping

I do no like my winter shoe selection. I'm quite unhappy with it, to be honest. I don't have enough very comfortable shoes that are also stylish. It's hard to keep your feet happy when you have to go to work somewhere with dress code. Granted, I'm not trapped in nylons and high heels (I'd quit) but still, they'd be happier if I was than with my personal take on business casual.

So yesterday, when it hit 50-ish, I was actually wondering to myself if it was time to take the sandals out of storage. 50! You know last fall, when it dropped to 50 for the first time, that was not even a consideration. I practically wrapped my feet in wool and animal skins to keep them warm. But in spring, why a 45 degree day feels like summer!

This morning it was snowing when I woke up. I can totally understand why winter is a depression-a-thon. The sandals will have to wait for another day. Certainly not Easter Sunday, which looks like it will have a high of 37 for the day. Ya. 37. Nuff said.

Labels: holidays, shoes, weather

I snub my nose at the calendar. I don't care if it's October 19th (it's the 19th, right?), I decided to wear sandals to work today. You see, I have a ton of cool sandals. I do not have a ton of cool shoes. I don't even have a ton of non-cool shoes. I have nothing that I want to wear to work and that work wants me to wear, y'know?

So because the temperature was going to hit seventy today, I thought I'd wear sandals even though it was supposed to rain today. And I'd do it again. Because that's the kind of person I am. That's how I roll.

(I'm just killing time until a charity crumb apple pie finishes baking. A co-worker's kids go to a school that does this fundraiser...they make hundreds of these pies and sell them, uncooked, for ten bucks each. I love me some apple pie, and I like to support charities. Everybody wins!)

Labels: fall, pie, shoes