With Age Comes Clarity...just not for me

Today was a lazy day. The kind of day where I slept in, did maybe just a couple loads of laundry, and grilled dinner for the family. The kind of day where I didn't even bother to look what kind of shoes I had on until I looked down and noticed I wasn't wearing matching flip flops.

I did, however, have really good luck on the grill. If only my talents on the grill could find me a man! Le sigh. (on a side note, by man I mean one that will grill for me and not bitch about it the whole time....oh, and it would be nice if he had all of his fingers too. Those kinds seem to be in short supply around here).

Shoe Diary, Part 2

Some have mistakenly thought I have a foot fetish. Um, Not! I do not want to have sex with my feet OR shoes. Hello! I like my shoes too much to violate them like that! ewe. Anyway, I digress. Today's entry into the shoe diary are my black vintage looking heels. When I bought them, I thought they were butt ugly, but I've since learned to try some things on now rather than pass over out of shoe snobbery. These ones look better on than off. Sometimes they cut into my toe a little, but that's only when I don't wear them after a while. Hey! I painted my toes for this pic! Too funny.

What's in your purse????

My love for purses is about as equal as my love for shoes. I've lost count of how many purses I actually have (though maybe not as many as people might think). I only know that when I see a purse, and it calls my name, I must buy. Normally I only buy if they are on sale, but I admit that the boot purse above cost me more than what I would usually pay. I like the green one just because it has fru-fru and beads. It's my girly girl purse. Bought them both at the Affair of the Heart in OKC (Note to self, do not go with two old ladies who smoke next year. They will only piss you off and want to leave early because they are tired)

When I say call my name, I'm really REALLY serious y'all. I hear bells and fireworks, and my eyes light up, and I get super happy all of the sudden. Whenever I feel a little down, I pull out one of my purses and suddenly I'm not quite so sad anymore. Superficial? Hell yes. I think every woman is allowed to have a something that makes them happy just because. I have no guilt over my small obsession.

The Shoe Diary, Episode 1

These are my sort of vintage looking, funky pointy toe shoes. I love them, but sometimes the strap on the back comes loose. I may have to take these to my reunion in late July. How can anyone not love pointy toe shoes with little beads. Honestly, I love these shoes because they remind me of the ornate shoes my Grandma always had in her closet. Found these ones at Payless of all places.