A Guilty Pleasure

Hello, all, I have been away.

Not that anyone cares…

Life is full of things to do, especially this time of year. My husband got the bright idea to pressure the home office into putting up a web site for us, since because of the name we cannot do it ourselves. Actually, he’s been nagging them for about five years. This week, it finally became operational.

It’s still in its infancy, which means I have to do a lot of back and forth work. My husband has been driving all over the state and is unable to work on the bugs, but he’s not too adept at bugging, so it’s a good thing he’s out of the office.

It’s hot here, summer came up and over us in about two days time. Really, it’s not too hot,  but the humidity is horrible. Going from the house to the car to the office is excruciating. I don’t know what people did before air conditioning.

This morning I woke up at 6 and started mowing the front lawn. (Don’t worry, I have an electric lawnmower that makes less noise than my vacuum.) Even though it was very early and not yet hot, by the time I finished 45 minutes later, I was dripping in sweat.

I received a huge bead shipment and it has taken me a few weeks to sort through it. In fact, I’m still not finished, but I have all winter for that.

My one guilty pleasure came when I went to my favorite discount store, Nordstrom Rack. Nordstrom the real store is nice, but very pricey. I feel like I’m hitting the lottery when I shop at the Rack. Last week, I had a coupon. I didn’t need anything in particular, but I’m getting to the age where I don’t need much these days.

I happened upon a pair of marked down shoes. These weren’t just regular marked down shoes, these were Ferragamo slides. Originally sold for $500, now less than a hundred and with a $20 coupon, I couldn’t let them go to someone else’s feet.

Before I continue, people who don’t know me must realize that I have a thing for shoes. I sometimes buy shoes just because they are architecturally superior and sometimes because they are works of art. I also collect vintage shoes, especially those produced during the disco era. The clothes sucked then, but the shoes were to die for.

I would never pay $500 for a pair of shoes, but I can see why people do. The Ferragamos are the most comfortable, softest sandals I’ve ever worn. The leather is soft like cool butter, and even though there is a bit of a heel involved, it’s not hard to stay atop them. Shoes that are poorly envisioned are easy to teeter off of.

If you must know, I’m not wearing them yet. It’s because it’s too darn hot and I don’t want my sweat to ruin them. I’ll wait for a cold spell before I take those puppies out for a stroll.

An Emancipation Proclamation

Emancipated Steve Maddens

Today it’s rather sunny, so I thought I would celebrate by freeing my sandals, wedges, and peek a boo shoes from my closet.

I love shoes (as some know) but I don’t wear many different kinds during the winter. Snow and ice and cold demand sensible shoes. Sturdy Danskos and boots with no heels and lots of traction. (OK, I do own a pair of bitching stiletto boots, but those are for play, not for sporting on slippery surfaces.) So, in actuality, I maybe have three different pair of winter footwear.

As for the pretty sandals, I’ve got a closet full. Today, I noticed that since they’ve been lined up like silent soldiers, they are now covered in a light layer of dust. It took all of two hours to dust them off. If happy shoes could make a noise, the ones being emitted from my closet would be joyous squeals.

I celebrated the sun by wearing my Birkenstocks to work. Sure, it’s only about 50 degrees, but when you’ve endured a long hard winter, that feels semi-tropical.

Look above if you want to see an example of my shoes…


On Big Heads and Shoe Rooms

This is a repost from a blog from somewhere else, because today I am too lazy-busy-tired-sick to write anything fresh. I think I contracted whatever disease my daughter has.

Yesterday, I came home from work at about 6:30. This is late for me, but I am working on two elementary school year books, and I do that on my spare time (like I have spare time). They’re due at the publishers next Friday, so it’s crunch time. It felt good to finally leave the office.

As I pulled up to the house, I noticed my neighbors were outside, working in the yard. In comparison, our yard is very neglected. For those of you who don’t know, we bought our 80 year old house from an attorney and his ex-attorney-now-romance-novelist wife. They lived here for fifteen years but it looks like they didn’t work in the yard at all.

I noticed the man (he’s Japanese and slight) and his wife (she’s not Japanese, but she’s really thin, jogs, which makes me want to strangle her) were wearing matching baseball caps. They looked very cute together, raking up leaves and putting them into the brown refuse bags.

This led me to think about hats and heads. I have always loved hats, but I have a big head. I’m sure having a big head doesn’t mean there’s more brains in my head, but you never know. Now that I think of it, everyone on my side of the family has a big head. My son’s head was so big, he had to be delivered by C-section. When he was a baby, he had to wear adult caps. Now he’s an adult, has enough hair for a pony tail, and still has a big head.

Because of my big head, most hats don’t fit me, including most baseball caps. My neighbor’s head is very small. Her baseball cap was practically falling off her head! This made me very jealous. I would love to have a hat which would make my head look smaller.

Then I went into the house and kicked off my shoes in the “shoe room.” You see, I am half Japanese. Because of this, I have never worn shoes in the house. We have always placed them on racks by the door. When we moved into this 80 year old house, we started calling the back entry way the “shoe room.” It’s kind of funny, because my husband is German/Swedish and though he had never taken his shoes off at the door before he met me, he loved the idea from the get-go. He says, “well, it will save wear and tear on the carpeting,” which is exactly what my dad said. Both are not Japanese, and both are Scorpios.

Because it’s been warm outside, the shoe room has started to take on a piquant odor. I think it’s time for a thorough cleaning and some deodorizer.