Sigh

My heart and mind are heavy tonight.  Between members of my family, the hubby's family, and friends, we have a lot to worry about.  I just need some bright, crazy, fun shoes tonight.  They won't fix anything, but they might make my heart a little lighter, at least for a moment.

Any and all prayers/good thoughts/well wishes are appreciated.  Just pray for good health and good doctors, for love and light.  God will know for whom you're asking.  Thank goodness the spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words, because right now I need it.

Memory Lane: 2013. 2014. 2015.

Doodlebug

22 years ago today a very special baby boy came into the world and changed my life.  Which makes it sound really dramatic, like I gave birth at 18.  Not so much.  The baby who was born was actually the son and baby brother of a family in my home church.  I was about to graduate from high school and wasn't sure I was ready to go right to college.  The woman who had been watching the baby's big sister decided not to watch both of them and the family asked if I wanted a job after graduation.  I said yes, meant to take a year, but then spent 2 1/2 years loving on those babies before finally forcing myself off to school.  How could I resist these faces?

I miss those babies.  They both grew up into incredible adults of whom I'm super proud, but I do miss these little squishies.  I've spoken about these guys before (KGHK and KAH) and went with initials for their nicknames because I wasn't sure either would appreciate me using their baby nicknames (although I don't think either of them read this, so it would be OK).  For tonight's birthday post, though, KAH gets to go back to being Doodlebug.  Because Doodlebug shoes actually exist:

See?  Love the little red ones although for big sister rather than baby brother.  Doodlebug could totally have pulled off the brown boots with his overalls.

These are also cute, but again, not for Doodlebug.  The rest of the shoes are baby boy shoes, not Doodlebug shoes.  Because I couldn't find any more.  And because I wanted baby shoes.

How cute are these?  PB would be quite dapper in these.

Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Someone please tell the hubby to knock me up with a baby boy so the PB could have these.  Loooooooove.

It's a caterpillar, but I'm calling it a Doodlebug.  Deal with it.

Love these, too.  So cute.  This post is making my ovaries yell at me about baby boys.

More dapper shoes!  I've always loved babies in overalls, apparently I also love baby boys in dapper, handsome little shoes and hats.

I can't believe it's been 22 years since I graduated from high school and Doodlebug made his appearance in the world.  Happy Birthday to the baby boy I remember, and the handsome, amazing man he has become.

Tweed

Today is Good Friday, and while it is an extremely important day in the lives of Christians (you can't have Easter unless you have Good Friday), it's just not a theme I want to seek out in shoes.  So I went to my reliable holidays page, and today is:

•  Find a Rainbow Day
• Good Friday
• Hospital Admitting Clerks Day
• National Chocolate Mousse Day
• National Don't Go To Work Unless It's Fun Day
• National Tweed Day
• National Walk To Work Day
• Pony Express Day
• Weed Out Hate:  Sow The Seeds of Greatness Day
• World Party Day 

Hmmm...Good Friday is a different date every year, so it doesn't always fall on National Don't Go To Work Unless It's Fun Day or World Party Day, neither of which seem terribly appropriate (although I encourage you to celebrate both next year).  National Chocolate Mousse Day is awesome, wish I'd checked sooner.  And Pony Express Day?  Fun!  But tonight's post is celebrating National Tweed Day.  I have to admit I didn't really know much about tweed.  I mean, I can recognize it when I see it, but what's it made of?  So I turned to Wikipedia for some help:

Tweed is a rough, unfinished woollen fabric, of a soft, open, flexible texture, resembling cheviot or homespun, but more closely woven. It is made in either plain or twill weave and may have a check or herringbone pattern. Subdued, interesting colour effects (heather mixtures) are obtained by twisting together differently coloured woollen strands into a two- or three-ply yarn.

There.  Who said my blogs weren't educational?  No, really.  Who said that?  So rude.

On to shoes!

I love tweed!  I would totally wear these.

This, too.  I could use a pair of cute flats like this.

When Flower was little she thought that saying please meant she could have whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and it would get more desperate every time she said it.  I am channeling Flower now as I say, "PLEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSSEEE!"  Blue.  Adorable.  Want.

 

Ooooh...fuchsia and sassy.  PS...why is fuchsia such a funky word to spell?
 

A little more dignified, but still cute.

How many times can I say cute?  Because these are, too.

I saw this shoe in a few colors, and I really like it except that the heel is funky.  Which is easily explained when you learn that this is another offering from Irregular Choice.  I'd say this is actually one of their more normal shoes.  Who knew?

 

These are, well they're orange plaid.  Cute shape, and they might be nice for Fall, but maybe they'd be better if they were a little less orange?  I want to like them, I really do!

So, I owe Tweed an apology.  If I ever thought of it, it was mostly in relation to stodgy old British people (sorry, Brits, I love you!) or stodgy old professors (sorry, academics, I love you, too!), but my mind has been opened and changed by some darn cute shoes.  I now love tweed.  At least on my feet.  I don't think I'm ready for a whole outfit unless I get invited to go hunting with some stodgy old British people or something...