Odds and Ends

AA sent me a picture yesterday and said I could put it on my blog if I wanted.

 

She is in the Spring play and these are her shoes for it.  It's set in 1951, and Mom told me AA went through the pennies yesterday and found 2 that are actually FROM 1951, then Dad polished them up for her to put in her loafers.  I love that kid.  That's why we call her Double A (one of the A's stands for Awesome).

 

I realize the internet tracks everything we do online these days, but I still can't decide if yesterday's Google Doodle is totally cool or just freaks me out.  A little of both, I think.

 

 

I had a pedicure yesterday for my birthday, and it was lovely.  But dang, I waited 2 hours to put my shoes on and STILL managed to ruin the darn thing.  I think I ruin approximately 75% of the silly things:

 

 

Finally, I was looking at Shoe Box P--- on Facebook yesterday and came across these:

 

I thought they were just a little too spot-on for a pastor.  The hubby thought they were hilarious and perfect, and even dragged our poor waitress into the conversation.  She proclaimed them to be "hecka cool," so who am I to argue?  Doesn't mean I'll be getting a pair anytime soon.

 

 





Birthday

So today is my birthday.  Which probably means I should give you some kind of introspective post about the meaning of my life or something.  But I don't really want to, so instead you just get pictures.

 

The shoe calendar gave me awesome retro shoes for my birthday!  Love them...want to wear them in the 50s musical version of my life.

 

 

I found this card and chocolate on my desk yesterday from one of the bible study groups at church.  Do my parishioners know me or what?

 

 

The hubby surprised me today while I was getting a pedicure.  He brought chocolate, roses, and this adorable shoe wine holder, with wine!  He was pretty much drooled over by every woman in the salon, let me tell you.







Disappointing

I was in Dublin this morning (CA...not Ireland, sadly), and I decided to duck into DSW for a bit to see what I could find.  I wasn't planning on buying anything, I just like to go explore every once in awhile.  Yes, I frequently walk back out with a pair of shoes that I simply "can't" live without, but more than that, I like to go in and drool a little bit.  It gives me a nice little boost of endorphins to see the rows upon rows of adorable, awesome, sexy, or crazy shoes.  Today's excursion didn't do much for me, sadly.  I found some cute shoes, but basically every time I found a pair of shoes that caught my eye, they were slingbacks, so sigh.  They were also way more expensive than I prefer to spend on shoes.  Even the clearance shoes were out of my price range.  It was not the  mood lifting experience I had hoped it would be.

 

Oh well, such is life sometimes.  Yesterday when I flipped over the shoe calendar page the hubby's comment was, "well those are just stupid!"

 

 

I actually like the colors, but the shape had me stumped all day.  They say they are "slingback" booties, and I kept thinking how the back gray part would just dig into the ankle until the hubby pointed out that they are like a gray pump with a face mask.  If you ignore the blue, you can see how these would be a very tall pump.  Very strange shape, though.  I wonder what they would look like on.

 

Today we get another vintage offering, this time from 1858 France:

 

 

I can't say I'm disappointed by 2 days in a row of blue.  I think these are very cute, and I love the blue details.

 

So, I didn't get my shoe fix at the store today, but I came back to the office with my calendar, my shoe cards,  and my shoe shrine, and it's all good.  I'll just hope for a more fun shoe store trip next time.

Nice Surprises

Yesterday when I got to church after being on vacation I found this card in my box:

 

It's from a friend in Texas, and she says she always gives herself a year to accomplish things like wedding presents, so she's actually ahead schedule.  I just like extending the wedding card part of the festivities for 7 months as I think it's totally fun to get mail.  Especially awesome mail with cute shoes on it.

 

As if one cute shoe card wasn't enough, today I found this one in my box at church:

 

 

This is adorable, and clearly the theme of my week is shoe cards.  Please feel free to send me one and keep the streak going...





My Mysterious Feet

I had my annual visit to the dermatologist today.  I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say there were 2 needles, a razor blade, the zappy thingy and the freezing thingy.  Good times.  My dr. cracks me up.  He breezes in, calls me something like gorgeous or cutie or something equally gag-worthy, pokes, prods, zaps, checks me out, compliments my skin, makes goofy jokes, and breezes out.  It wasn't a horrible visit by any means, but I figured any situation that finds me in a paper napkin of a "gown" while someone pokes, zaps, and freezes me deserves at least looking for some new shoes.  I'm wearing my typical, somewhat boring, weekday shoes:

 

They actually look better in the picture than I expected considering how much I wear them.  They aren't totally falling apart or anything, but they have reached the place where they do not leave my feet smelling all that great by the end of the day.  So today I looked for some new, simple, black ballet flat type shoes.  I had no luck.  I only tried one place since I had to get back to work, but my  mission was unfulfilled.  I was also reminded of something I've been noticing the past few weeks:  My feet seem to be growing.  I've worn a 7 since high school, but whenever I try on shoes lately I seem to be constantly going up to the 7 1/2s.  Even the shoes I'm wearing today feel like they're shorter than they used to be.  I find this strange.  I know your feet can grow with pregnancy (no, I'm NOT pregnant, and even if I was, I can't imagine my feet would grow a half size in the first 5 minutes), but I don't know what else might cause it.  These are the things I ponder on a Tuesday afternoon.

 

Back in Cali

We made it home last night about 11:30.  Both of the flights went well, but leaving was super hard.  The Bean cried.  I cried.  Everyone else stayed home rather than taking us to the airport, so the crying was at least limited.  Well, Laughter cried when she found out she wasn't going, but that was about not getting to go, not about missing her auntie and uncle.  I hate leaving, it is always so hard, and I feel sad for several days after as I readjust to being a thousand miles away from my family.

 

On a happier note, it was lots of fun to get to go through a week's worth of pictures on the calendar this morning.  Here's a catch-up for you:

 

 

They're all fine.  Nothing too crazy or too boring.   But THESE I love:

 

 

They're from the 60's, and I love the beading as well as the flower detail on the bottom.  Sadly, they're slingbacks, but I guess nothing is perfect.  I'm thinking of outfits and hats that I could pair with these.  Sigh...once again I wish I could make my imaginary shoe/outfit closet become a reality.

 

**Edited:  I totally forgot when I typed this that this is my 100th post!  I  know it's not many, but it's still a milestone and I will do a little cyber happy dance in honor of it.





Sunday with the Fam

This will have to be a short post because I am about to have a tea party with the nieces before we head to the airport.  Trying to post every day, though, so here you go.  Went to church this morning and got to worship instead of preach and preside.  I wore the shoes I bought myself for my birthday last year:

 

I have my tiara on and must now join the queen and other princesses for our tea party.  Hope you are doing something equally fun and whimsical.