Polka Dots

Since I did stripes last night I decided I needed to do polka dots tonight.  Because polka dots also make me happy.  Also, one of my nieces used to call them "polka nuts" which makes me giggle, and I'll take all of the giggles I can get these days.  Also also, I decided to only do wedges tonight because I seem to be slightly obsessed with wedges lately and want a whole closet full of them (a real one, not just an imaginary one).

Would I wear orange polka dot wedges?  Yes, I would.  Do I wish these had an ankle strap?  Yes, I do.

 

A world of yes.  You can never have too many pairs of red shoes.

I'm not in love with the fabric on the wedge, but love the rest.

Stripes AND polka dots!  I wish the stripes were the blue rather than black (or possible navy?  But I think black).

 

See how much cuter the orange ones would be with an ankle strap?  I can go either way on the bow, but I do love an ankle strap.

 

Turquoise!  Or possible sky blue.  But I really don't care because you know I love all things blue.  Probably why half of the shoes in this post are blue.  I know you're terribly shocked.

It was a fairly good day.  The hope remains alive, for which I am grateful.  The downside of the day?  Cleaning toilets (ugh), puppies who have decided that peeing on the dining room carpet is way more fun than going outside (grrr), and Squirtle, who pooped on the bath mat this morning before I could get her in the tub (she's been eating berries, which are lovely, but do not come out the other end so nice).   Also, allergies that made the left side of my face decided to try and explode, implode, or just plode.

Happy Birthday, Dad!

As you probably gathered from the title of this post, today is my dad's birthday!  I wish I could have been home to help him celebrate, but at least I got to talk to him on the phone both today and yesterday, so that helps.  Look at how cute we all were once upon a time:

(the tiny one is me).  I'm assuming Mom was taking the picture as she isn't in it?

Anyway, as I often do, I looked up shoes by name, although this time I went with Dad's middle name just to see what came up.  His middle name is Emanuel, and unfortunately only girly shoes showed up in that search.  Sorry, pop.
 

But stripes!  So yay!

And polka dots!  More yay!

Kind of plain, but cute, and good for work.

Ditto.

I'd like to see these on, but I think they might be cute.  The color is fun at least, and ankle straps have potential.

 

I'm intrigued by this one.  It might cute?  It might be over the top?  It might have a spider web on it?  It's interesting.

Emanuel means "God with us" (think Advent), but I decided not to search for God shoes today. At any rate, Happy Birthday, pop!  Sorry I couldn't find any manly shoes named after you.

Babies Babies Babies

As I was contemplating last night's post and the funk therein, I realized another part of the general feeling of blah I've been having is babies. Not babies themselves, because it's not their fault I feel blah, just the idea of babies in general.  Of my friends on Facebook, that I can think of off the top of my head, I have:

• 1 friend who had a baby 2 months ago
• 2 friends who had babies 1 month ago
• 1 friend who had a baby 2 weeks
• 2 friends who are due in October
• 1 friend who is due in November
• 1 friend who is due in December 
• 1 friend who is due in January
• 1 friend who is due in February
• 1 friend who is due in May

Don't get me wrong, I am so very thrilled for all of these women and their babies and families.  Babies are awesome and I love them. Which is part of the problem.  That are a LOT of pictures of newborns and baby bumps and general baby cuteness/happiness that I am not a part of.  It adds to the funk is all I'm saying.

So in honor of that funk, and in order to both soothe and torture myself, today's post is baby shoes.

I love these.  So simple and sweet.

Look at the teeny tiny eyes on the strap!  At least I think they're eyes.  I've decided they're eyes regardless.

Sigh...I love dragonflies.

Nerdy baby shoes!  (sorry, Double A and Bean, I know you aren't a fan of DC...I'll find some Marvel shoes next time)

Back to simple and sweet.

Now.  Who has a baby they will let me snuggle for the next week-5 years?

Laughter is Six!

Once upon a time there was a woman with a blog.  She typed and she blah blahed until she reached 1,000 posts.  And then she never posted again.  The end.

At least that's what it's felt like to me.  Maybe not to you as you may neither care nor pay that much attention, but I keep thinking I need to post and then get too busy or too tired or too whatever and don't do it.

But today is Laughter's 6th birthday, which seems the perfect reason for post 1,001! So here 6 pairs of shoes named after her:

I wish this didn't have the giant button on it, but it's cute otherwise.

This is sort of an odd shape but I bet it's cute on.

Love the color, hate the heel.

Um.  No.  Laughter deserves better than this ugly shoe.

Oooh, sparkly t-straps.  Much better!

This is so close, but not quite there for me.

Unlike Miss Laughter, who is practically perfect in every way:  She's funny, smart, sassy, adventurous, outgoing, and awesome.  And no, I'm not biased.  I can't believe you would say such a thing. 

Picnics

Saturday was something to do with picnics, and I went off in search of shoes for a post.  But then the hubby and I had our X-Men date night and I did that post instead.  Yesterday was Father's Day, so I had the obvious post topic there, which means I'm getting to picnics a couple of days later than whatever holiday it was over the weekend.  But picnics can be any day, really, so better late than never.  Not that I went on an actual picnic today, but at least there are shoes.

This is kind of weird, and and yet I like it. Why do picnics mean plaid, though?

See?  More plaid?  I think I'd prefer a different, non-polka dotted bow, but the wedge is a good, practical choice if you need/want to go tromping over possibly uneven ground in heels.

 

Not practical in the least, but soooooo cute.

So, checked picnic blanket or table cloth and ants, but what are the yellow laces?  Sometimes when I glance at the picture they look like french fries.  French fries aren't my first choice for picnic food, but sure, why not?

I'm 2 days late and a whole picnic short, but at least there were some interesting shoes.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2015.

Fleep Flops

The internet tells me that it's National Flip Flop Day.  And the Internet would never lie to me, so it must be true.  Now you know that I generally hate flip flops because of the stupid thing between my toes, but that doesn't mean I can't still find them cute occasionally.  To celebrate the day, and to send a little love to my fleep-flop loving friends, here is a post dedicated to flip flops:

There you go.   I'm now going to go attempt to do my second Bible Study Podcast.  Wish me luck...I'm currently in the trying-not-to-throw-up phase of preparation...

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014.

Red Spots

You want to know something amazing?  The hubby and I have been home before dark 2 nights in a row!  Which is nice as I've been fighting sinus crud for awhile.  It was so bad the other night that I was awake at 3am and the pain gave me the dry heaves.  And as my mom (hi, mom!) will tell you, every time I throw up I break blood vessels in my face.  Which means I've been sporting lovely red spots for the last couple of days.  They always break under my eyes (and sometimes IN my eyes), but this time I have red spots all along my jaw line, too.  Thank goodness for makeup.  All of this leads me to tonight's post:  Red polka dots!

It turns out that finding shoes with red polka dots is harder than you might think.  Most of what comes up is red shoes with white polka dots.  Which are adorable, but not what I was looking for tonight.  But I found a few examples.  I love the baby shoes, of course, and this last one with its sassy bow.  The rest of them are OK. 

And now to bed.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014.

Momager

I've mentioned before that I often feel more like the Office Mom more than the Office Manager.  Today 2 of my interns decided that makes me the Office Momager.  I'm not sure how I feel about that.  Usually I like word mashups, but Momager has negative connotations in pop culture.  They meant it in a nice way at least (I think).  At any rate, I typed in "mom shoes," which is kind of subjective, but here are some of the results:

A floofy skirt and tiny toes peeking through the peep toes in Mom's shoes? Adorable.

I don't know what makes these mom shoes per se, but I like the stripes.

Also adorable!

Awww...I love these.  And they're blue!

Mom and baby shoes that don't match in any way, but I like them both.

I guess I'll live with being the Office Momager.  There are worse titles, I'm sure.  I'm at least feeling a little better today after napping last night, going back to sleep, and sleeping in until 6:30 this morning.  We'll see what time we actually make it home tonight, but at least I got some rest.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014.

Pillows Where?

My 29th is Put a Pillow on Your Fridge Day.  I know I've said it before, but there are just some massively weird holidays out there.  At least they give me inspiration for posts.

I don't think I'm going to start decorating with shoe pillows any time soon, but there are some fun ones out there.  I think my favorite of these is this last one with the butterflies.  Maybe Double A needs a new look for her room.

Guess what?  2 days in a row that we weren't in the office!  We still did work from home, but we didn't end up going in like we planned.  In addition to work I got to take a nap, do some more crochet, do some laundry, make a yummy dinner, and of course snuggle with puppies.  Darn good weekend.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.