White Christmas

Tonight was one of my favorite times of the year:  The annual rewatching of White Christmas.  This year was a family affair as Mom, Dad, the brother, The Bean, and Double A all watched it with me.  It was just as fabulous as always, and tonight's shoes are in honor of it and of my desire to have my life be like a 1950s musical (which is what I typed in for tonight's search):

I think these are fuchsia.  I love a t-strap.

I'm sure there would be a suitably patriotic number (and outfits) to go with these.

These would not be good for dancing, but they would be awesome for standing around singing in a fabulous outfit.

 

These are a bit strange, and would fall off of my heels, so no dancing, but again:  singing in a fabulous outfit.

Sigh...good day.  I love White Christmas.  I would like to live in it, please.

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. 

Gotcha!

Today is Flower's Gotcha Day!  10 years ago the seester and brother-in-law were in China finally meeting the baby girl they had only seen in pictures.  She was 8 months old, beautiful, perfect, and already sassy.  It's hard to believe it's been a decade already, but our lives are definitely been brightened and made better by her presence.  To celebrate, here are purple flowers for Flower:

One pair (or half pair) for each year.  Happy Gotcha Day, Flower!  Love you to the moon and back!

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

Apologies

I really shouldn't post when I'm tired, so now I will apologize to you for last night's truly horrible Haiku.  It made more sense in my exhausted brain.  We finally got home last night at 10:30 and I crashed.  But at least I got to sleep in (sort of...first I woke up at 6:20 and was awake almost an hour, but then I went back to sleep for a couple of hours), and we were only at the office for 5 hours today - we're already home!  SKD told me my idea of a day off is not the rest of the world's idea...

Anyhoo, here is what came up when I typed in "apology shoes:"

I don't like the heels, but I love the t-straps, and the colors are fun!  These are called "Apology Accepted" shoes, and hopefully you will now accept my apology for subjecting you to bad haiku.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

Seminary

According to a friend's post on Facebook today we graduated from seminary 9 years ago.  Like my auntie said, it doesn't seem like 9 years until I see how how little Double A was in the pictures. She was 7 in 2007 and her birthday present was to get to go to graduation with Mom and Dad.  Actually, she couldn't have cared less about graduation. The real birthday present was that graduation was in the Bay Area which meant she got to see the Golden Gate Bridge.  She was obsessed with the Golden Gate Bridge and you should have seen how excited she was to visit it, walk on it, drive across it, etc.  It was adorable.  Anyway, 9 years.  Time flies.  I'm going with an anagram post tonight because it's time for bed and I didn't want to do anything too elaborate (and I still have to run the dishwasher and upload another podcast, blah).  I graduated from Pacific Lutheran Theological Seminary:

P is for Pacific and purple.

L is for Lutheran and lime green.

T is for Theological and teal.

S is for Seminary and silver.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

Interns and Flannel and Piggies

My feet hurt.  A lot.  Today the hubby and I attended an end-of-the-year luncheon for mentors.  Our high school intern attends a charter school that requires all students to do an internships on Tuesdays and Thursdays at local business.  There are about 300 students at the school, so that's a lot of  internships and mentors.  And look, I got a certificate!

Yeah, I know you're jealous.  Anyway, I decided I should try to look as nice and professional as possible, so wore heels for the first time in absolutely forever.

The heels aren't even that high in the grand scheme of things, but my feet are so very mad at me, and poor little not broken but still very swollen piggy toe is VERY mad at me.

Can you see how swollen that little pinkie toe is?  Thankfully I brought flats to wear the rest of the day.

Even though they made my feet sad I still really like those gray flannel shoes and decided to go look for more.

 

I love this.  So very cute.

I kind of like this.  Yes, I know I'm probably weird.

Pretty much what I already have, just with a platform and higher heel.

THESE are the shoes I should have worn today.

This is weird and also maybe kind of cute?

T-straps!

I know gray flannel might not be the most exciting shoe material in the world, but I don't think these shoes are boring.  Tomorrow I'll be back to flats and hopefully my feet will forgive me.

Memory Lane: 2013.

Ooooold

Today is As Young As You Feel Day.  Go to the website, it's totally made up, but there you have it.  Today I feel like about 967 years old.  I'm Old Testament old.  Moving is stressful, y'all.  Moving when your luck sucks like mine does lately is even more stressful.  I'll spare you the details, but I'm surprised I haven't gone completely gray in the last week.  Add to that a deeply bruised purple sausage toe and the return of the arthritis in my neck (which meant I slept like crap last night because no matter what position I was in my right hand kept going numb), and I am definitely feeling old and worn out.  So for the heck of it I googled "old lady shoes."  How pejorative is that phrase?  Of course there were some of what you would expect with orthopedic shoes, etc., but here are a few for the sassy old ladies out there.

Along with orthopedic options, these are actually what I picture in terms of old lady shoes.  The funny thing is that they're in style now as funky, retro, "young" people shoes.   They're kind of boring in basic black, but I've seen variations that are quite cute.

 

Apparently old lady shoes means a low heel?  Why can't young people wear a low heel if they darn well feel like it?  This is very pretty.

 

Oooh...so are these!

If the heel was slightly different (not higher, just a little smaller so it didn't stick out on the sides) I would like this a lot more.

 

T-strap!  Very springy and Eastery.

These look comfy.  They're kind of cute and kind of not.  I feel differently every time I look at them.

Oh well, at least I know I can still get cute shoes even when I'm 967.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 

3 Things:

1. A friend called me from out of the blue yesterday and it was so lovely to hear her voice.
2. Another friend made a comment on Facebook today that was very simple, but it made me feel all warm and fuzzy and loved.
3. Actually, several friends made warm and fuzzy and loved comments today.  Yay!

Perfect?

Did you know that today is Everything You Do is Right Day?  I didn't even know this was a thing!  My day started with me oversleeping and having to scramble (while swearing) to get to the office in time to open up for the employees, so I feel like I screwed up right away for my chance at having a perfect day where everything I do is right.  This is kind of par for the course for me lately, though.  I've determined in the last week to stop writing so much on the blog about personal stuff and depression stuff and my own tendencies toward perfectionism because you all don't need to hear a constant stream of my crap, so I won't go into the details of this past week.  Instead, I typed in perfect blue shoes just to see what would come up.  I'll leave it up to you as to whether any of these are actually perfect, but I will say ooh la la to the first pair.  They gave me my first shoegasm in quite a long time!

Sigh.  I'd wear all of them.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015 (today is also National Artichoke day, but I figured one post on artichokes was more than enough).

3 Things:

1. Making it to work on time and not breaking any traffic laws to do so.
2. DJ completed another phase of her Naval journey today toward becoming a nurse, and she seems to be thriving.
3. I survived yesterday without being betrayed or stabbed!