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So Doomsday didn’t actually happen. But it may as well have, what with Oprah going off the air and G graduating from pre-K. I mean, can you believe it? It seems like yesterday when she (Oprah) became a member of our family. And then we added Little G, and she insists on growing up. (What is up with these people moving on with their lives without considering the emotional burden on those surrounding them? Completely selfish, if you ask me.)

G insisted I dress up for graduation, so I brought my best. I even wore what my friend calls “valet shoes”, meaning you can only walk short distances in them. I was practically crippled halfway through the ceremony and resorted to sitting in one of those itty bitty Little Tykes chairs. Yes, this required my knees to rise higher than my ass. And yes, theoretically, my panties were most likely showing. Again.

Don’t you – no, don’t you dare! I feel you starting to judge me, and that’s not going to happen. Rather, I’m not going to feel your judgment. If you’d been wearing these evil 5-inch monstrosities, you would have sat (sitten?) your ass down, too. So you can go on and pass your judgment to Mr. Tommy Hilfiger, creator of H valet shoes. What an S.O.B! (except for the fact that he’s friends with Oprah, which surely makes us family. Auto-forgiveness. HOLLA!!)

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Did y’all hear about that cobra missing from the Bronx Zoo? Good Lord, I may never sleep again. I will add the fear of encountering a cobra out walking around to my fear of tornadoes, sinkholes, large crowds, closed spaces, and stiletto heels.

In an effort to get the roaming cobra off my mind (the zookeepers claim a snake wouldn’t go out in public, but since a snake’s key personality trait is being devious, I think that’s just a cover to trick us), I read another article on ABC News about unclaimed property. Then I went to the handy-dandy website they suggest and began my search. You wouldn’t believe how simple it is. Not that I found any $ for myself, of course. But I found some for my husband, friend, mother, stepfather, aunt, cousin, and 2 of my deceased grandparents. How’s that for a half hour of obsessively typing in the names of everyone I know? Pretty good, if I do say so myself. (You know how I like people to be in my debt, and I should get a lot of mileage off this.)

So seriously (and I am counting this as my good deed for the day*), go check it out. I really want to add you to my list of “People Who Owe Me BIG TIME”.

*For more, just type “good deed” into the Search box. You’ll see what a truly giving person I am. Seriously.

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You know you’re getting old when you experience a fashion trend for the second time. Even if they change the name (clam diggers> pedal pushers> cropped pants> capris), we all know it’s the same damn thing. What’s bad is when it was a bad fashion decision the first time around, and we choose to repeat ourselves. Take, for example, the jumpsuit. WHY, for the love of God, is the jumpsuit back in style? Didn’t we learn that it takes 20 minutes to pee in one of those things last time? Please let’s not subject ourselves to that again.
What about Jellies? Do you remember those plastic shoes that rubbed blisters on your feet? WHY am I seeing those in stores again? My feet have hardly healed from wearing those in 6th grade.
Short shorts? Puh-leez. I think we called them “hot pants” back in the day, but it doesn’t change the fact that your thigh fat is hanging out (I don’t care how skinny you are).
Body suits? Another one I don’t understand. Anything that causes you to round 3rd base before going to 2nd is just plain backward. Now I’m just waiting on the halter top to make a comeback. (shudder)
Thank God for being older and wiser today. And also thank God for Bermuda shorts and maxi dresses and comfortable shoes. That is all.

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Did I tell y’all I’m going to be a model? No, seriously. This guy asked me to model a new jewelry line for a catalog. I know you’re thinking this was probably some pick-up line, but 1)his wife was sitting next to him, and 2)he is an older guy (and he wasn’t drinking) so I don’t think so. Also, he didn’t say all of the complimentary stuff you’d say to someone you’re trying to sleep with. What he said was that I was very “Elfin-like”. No kidding, that’s what he said. I must have looked dumbfounded because he elaborated about “that movie with the Elves”.
“Lord of the Rings?” I prompted.
“Yes, that’s the one. The Elf look is very ‘in’ right now.”
I think I must have been quiet for a minute because I just didn’t know what to say to that. “Thank you” did not seem appropriate.
He continued to talk about my long thin neck and “protruding” collar bones and how well they would set off the necklaces for the catalog. “My camera is going to love you!” he said.
Again, “thank you?”
I am aware that I have a petite frame, but the elf reference is a new one to me. Perhaps it’s time to grow out the “Twiggy” ‘do. (And maybe I should stop wearing those shoes that curl up at the toe.)

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – uncomfortable shoes are the best money-savers out there. The key is to wear shoes that aren’t even remotely tolerable when you do your shopping. You are guaranteed to get what you need and get out of the stores. Today I wore 2-inch heels (which I know are considered “low” to some of you but anything above a standard flip-flop is “high” to me) to Target, and I seriously considered taking my shoes off at the back of the store and walking barefoot back to my car. If you are one quarter as obsessive-compulsive as I am, you understand what a rock-and-hard-place situation I was in. Instead I opted to be brave and, sobbing quietly to myself, I hobbled out to the parking lot.

Money spent: $0.00!

See, I didn’t necessarily have a shopping list. It was more an idea in my head of what I intended to browse. For one, I need athletic gear for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk in October, and you know I don’t like to wait until the last minute on these types of things. So never mind that I’m not even a quarter of the way to the minimum donation goal to be able to participate, I say we get the wardrobe in place and everything else will follow. (Often times, M doesn’t agree with my strategy, since I’m constantly working on my various clothing collections and I don’t seem to be any closer to living on a ranch or hiking Machu Picchu or attending a State Dinner than I was before I got something to wear for all these things. But I have to keep in mind that he just lives to make me miserable, so I keep my head up and continue shopping.) I also need new towels for the powder room, but the bathroom section is pretty far from the athletic stuff, so I didn’t quite make it over there. And I needed some groceries for lunch and dinner for the next couple of days, but the food section was way over in the opposite corner of the Target and I just couldn’t see myself crawling up the aisles to get there, since I was wearing a skirt and my knees would have gotten filthy and people would think I was doing God-knows-what, so I chose instead to come home and have 3 leftover chocolate cupcakes for lunch. (I have no idea what we’ll scrape up for dinner; do fish sticks and oatmeal go together?)

So I have proven myself  incorrect in theorizing it is impossible to get out of Target for less than $100. All you have to do is put on your hooker shoes before going in and you’ll be in so much pain you won’t even want to browse the 75% off racks. Trust me. Now, for you ladies (and hookers) who wear hooker shoes on a daily basis, I have an idea for y’all too. You should consider wearing fins and walking backward to shop. I think that would probably get pretty annoying after a while, too.

I just love serving my public.

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