I think lately it has become my mission to fill my life with interesting people. Normally, this would be something I would not do because I feel that I am so uninteresting that being around those who are of interest would make me feel bad. Though this does still occur, I feel in a way that I am interesting because I know them. I have always been one to live vicariously through other people. This adds to my sadness sometimes when my inner self asks annoying questions like "When are you gonna be interesting yourself? Wouldn't you rather be someone you can admire? Wouldn't it be great if somone found you interesting?" I usually come up with same answers "I don't know. Of course. Maybe there is but they haven't voiced it to me" I also wonder if some of the people whom I find fascinating feel the same way I do sometimes. Anyway the main point of the post was to point out those people who are semi-recent additions to my life and praise them for their full lives.
Book Club/The Bachelor Gals
The group of girls are some of my favorite people. Most of them are in my ward and I remember first thinking when I would see them around or kind of talk to them at activities how cool they were and that I wanted to be their friend. (They were all mostly friends already) But I didn't know how. My roommate was and is friends with them and she heard they were starting a bookclub. When she told me about it, I knew I had to join. This was my in. Ultimately the best decision. They have become some of my greatest friends. I learn so much from them and I laugh constantly when we all get together. I get hair tips, design tips, gardening tips. They all are so involved in so many things. They are amazing women.
My Roommates
If any of you have even known me for a day, I probably have made mention of my roommate Loralee. She is truly one the most fascinating people I have ever met. Not just in her talents but in her thought processes, how she deals with dating, and just general things. It seems there is nothing she can't do. I honestly don't know what is wrong with the guys of the world because there is no sane reason why this girl has not been snatched up. My other roommate Tamara is a little more closed but she knows a lot about life. I am even in awe of her Nazi like attitude toward cleaning. She is a fantastic guitar player and she has the confidence to wear the greatest outfits and heels all the time.
My Cousins
Okay so these aren't really recent additions but the way my relationship has changed with most of them is. I was just thinking the other day how close I am these days to so many of my cousins. People who during my childhood just treated me like a kid because I was so much younger than they were. Now we relate to each other on so many levels. I love hearing about their lives and decisions they are making. Most are bloggers so that makes it easy. It's amazing to me that these amazing people have been around me all my life.
Bloggers
These are people that I don't know but I am allowed into their lives through their blogs so I feel like I know them. Blogging has almost become an addiction. I read mostly women's blogs and almost everyday I am amazed, I learn something new, I am touched to the heart, or I laugh out loud. CJane's was probably my first non-family blog that I began to regularly read. It felt weird at first but I felt it was okay because I was the cousin of one of her mission companions. From hers and my cousin's blog is where the sickness got started. I would click their links and it would lead me to some new fascinating person and so on and so on. I tend to be one who hates starting in the middle so if I get involved in a blog that seems interesting I have to read it from their very first post. Then I feel I know them as well as any other blog reader. Below is a list of my favorite blogs. Everyone should check them out.
Thanks to all of you for making my life more interesting by letting me into yours. Hopefully I'll be able to return the favor someday.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I went back to my ward for the first time in about a month last week, (the absence was due to various traveling and conference). I'm beginning to get annoyed with the topics that my bishopric is giving to perspective speakers. Lately they have had a series going of talking about a particular hymn. There are usually two speakers who talk on the same hymn and then the last speaker talks on something else. I usually will read my scriptures through the first two talks, unless someone is somewhat animated, then when the third speakers gets up I'll usually tune in to see what pearls of wisdom might come forth. I don't know why but I hate the talks on hymns. I just think it is too easy and doesn't really allow for the speaker or listener to learn anything knew.
For my first Sunday back the hymn talks were put on hold and the speakers were told to talk on a a talk from the recent General Conference. Am I the only one that thinks this is ridiculous. What else could someone add to what has already been said? Okay there could be something. But to talk on a talk? I'm pretty sure that whatever was needed to be said in that talk was said and by a General Authority no less. I don't need a recap and if I did I could find the original online or in the upcoming Ensign. Anyway something that has just been bothering me.
In other news.....
I saw a bird get hit by a car yesterday. No, not run over, hit. It was in mid-flight. It was kind of an odd occurrence for me. I noticed the bird was flying very low and a bit erratic like maybe it had been injured a little. Then I saw the car hit it and a burst of feathers. Though it was sad and I gave it my most heartfelt "awww, poor thing" it seemed a little funny to me. Just the image really of the burst of feathers like when a cartoon bird gets hit by something. I guess T.V. really can desensitize you.
For my first Sunday back the hymn talks were put on hold and the speakers were told to talk on a a talk from the recent General Conference. Am I the only one that thinks this is ridiculous. What else could someone add to what has already been said? Okay there could be something. But to talk on a talk? I'm pretty sure that whatever was needed to be said in that talk was said and by a General Authority no less. I don't need a recap and if I did I could find the original online or in the upcoming Ensign. Anyway something that has just been bothering me.
In other news.....
I saw a bird get hit by a car yesterday. No, not run over, hit. It was in mid-flight. It was kind of an odd occurrence for me. I noticed the bird was flying very low and a bit erratic like maybe it had been injured a little. Then I saw the car hit it and a burst of feathers. Though it was sad and I gave it my most heartfelt "awww, poor thing" it seemed a little funny to me. Just the image really of the burst of feathers like when a cartoon bird gets hit by something. I guess T.V. really can desensitize you.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
History Meme
I was just tagged by Framed at her blog Life's a Picture with this history meme. You know me, I hate these things. After I'm done, I'll tag no more bloggers (let's end the vicious cycle). Here we go:
1. Go to Wikipedia and type in your birth date only -without the year. (If you want to, I'm not forcing you.)
June 23
2. List 3 events that occurred that day:
1888 - Frederick Douglass is the first African-American nominated for US president.
1942 - World War II: The first selections for the gas chamber at Auschwitz takes place on a trainload of Jews from Paris.
1972 - Watergate Scandal: U.S. President Richard M. Nixo and White House chief of staff H.R. Haldeman are taped talking about using the Central Intelligence Agency to obstruct the Federal Bureau of Investigation's investigation into the Watergate break-ins.
1888 - Frederick Douglass is the first African-American nominated for US president.
1942 - World War II: The first selections for the gas chamber at Auschwitz takes place on a trainload of Jews from Paris.
1972 - Watergate Scandal: U.S. President Richard M. Nixo and White House chief of staff H.R. Haldeman are taped talking about using the Central Intelligence Agency to obstruct the Federal Bureau of Investigation's investigation into the Watergate break-ins.
3. List 2 important birthdays:
1910 - Gordon B. Hinckley, president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
1929 - June Carter Cash, American singer (d. 2003)
1964 - Joss Whedon, American producer, director an screenwriter (Had to throw this one in for Ben)
4. List 1 death:
1998 - Maureen O'Sullivan, Irish actress (b. 1911)
5. List a holiday or observance:
Midsummer's Eve
The Curse Has Been Lifted!
Well, for an update I now no longer own Il Maledetto aka The Cursed aka Molly.
Last night a knock came on the door and I didn't really want to answer thinking it was Yvonne coming to thank me (his ebay item had arrived and I put it on his front porch.) I glance out the window and see it is Yvonne but with someone else, probably the person who wants to buy my car so I figure I should get it over with. So I go outside and have a chat. The friend, Rodrigo, doesn't speak English so Yvonne is translating. Rodrigo offers $400 for the car. Okay, I did not want to get into a haggling match. I hate that. Hate it. So at first I say, no. My original price was $800 and I already brought it down to $500. I didn't want to go any lower than that. "450?" "Okay, fine." What is fifty bucks to just get this over with? Go ahead and say it, I'm weak, I know.
"Oh can my friend borrow your plates for a couple of days in order to go the DMV and get registration and all that?"
In constrast to the previous post I honestly don't think anything bad would have happened had I let him. "Sure, that would fine." They go to get money. I inform Loralee of the deal. She is somewhat disappointed that backed down on the $50, but oh well. Then she tells me in no uncertain terms that I should not let them take my plates at all. I tend to listen to Loralee as if she is Gandhi so I go back and tell Yvonne a small lie. I use my mother (sorry Mom, but I'm sure you are okay with it).
"You know I just called my mom to tell her and she told me I had to get the plates since her name is associated with the car. She is a co-signer. So I have to get the plates."
While they are discussing I get the papers together. Yvonne does give me a piece of advice that I should prepare a bill of sale that says I am selling the car "as is" to cover my back. Which, I thought was kind of nice. I fill out my information and explain what info Rodrigo needs to fill out when he gets his registration and everything. I didn't have the title but just the lien release and the form that says I am transferring ownership. Got the plates, got the money and we're good to go. I hope that everything was good and everything works out for him as well as me. I'm glad it's over, though there is a remnant of an icky feeling like I was taken advantage of. I probably wasn't but I've never sold a car before and I don't know if I could have gotten more from someone else. I tend to rush into things because they are easy. This was relatively easy.
Yvonne did ask me about dinner again but I told him flat out no. "What am I too ugly or something?" "No, but it would just be so awkward. What would we talk about?" "Well, it's not a date." "Yeah, but still you don't want to have an awkward meal. I don't. Besides you helped me sell my car. We are even. If you really feel like you need to still thank me you can bring me a treat or dessert or something."
I hope that was the end of it. Though apparently there was crack in the ebay item he purchased so he asked me to contact the seller about it. I didn't know what to say so I came up with something. I don't know what Yvonne expects me to do about it. Not much more that is for sure.
Last night a knock came on the door and I didn't really want to answer thinking it was Yvonne coming to thank me (his ebay item had arrived and I put it on his front porch.) I glance out the window and see it is Yvonne but with someone else, probably the person who wants to buy my car so I figure I should get it over with. So I go outside and have a chat. The friend, Rodrigo, doesn't speak English so Yvonne is translating. Rodrigo offers $400 for the car. Okay, I did not want to get into a haggling match. I hate that. Hate it. So at first I say, no. My original price was $800 and I already brought it down to $500. I didn't want to go any lower than that. "450?" "Okay, fine." What is fifty bucks to just get this over with? Go ahead and say it, I'm weak, I know.
"Oh can my friend borrow your plates for a couple of days in order to go the DMV and get registration and all that?"
In constrast to the previous post I honestly don't think anything bad would have happened had I let him. "Sure, that would fine." They go to get money. I inform Loralee of the deal. She is somewhat disappointed that backed down on the $50, but oh well. Then she tells me in no uncertain terms that I should not let them take my plates at all. I tend to listen to Loralee as if she is Gandhi so I go back and tell Yvonne a small lie. I use my mother (sorry Mom, but I'm sure you are okay with it).
"You know I just called my mom to tell her and she told me I had to get the plates since her name is associated with the car. She is a co-signer. So I have to get the plates."
While they are discussing I get the papers together. Yvonne does give me a piece of advice that I should prepare a bill of sale that says I am selling the car "as is" to cover my back. Which, I thought was kind of nice. I fill out my information and explain what info Rodrigo needs to fill out when he gets his registration and everything. I didn't have the title but just the lien release and the form that says I am transferring ownership. Got the plates, got the money and we're good to go. I hope that everything was good and everything works out for him as well as me. I'm glad it's over, though there is a remnant of an icky feeling like I was taken advantage of. I probably wasn't but I've never sold a car before and I don't know if I could have gotten more from someone else. I tend to rush into things because they are easy. This was relatively easy.
Yvonne did ask me about dinner again but I told him flat out no. "What am I too ugly or something?" "No, but it would just be so awkward. What would we talk about?" "Well, it's not a date." "Yeah, but still you don't want to have an awkward meal. I don't. Besides you helped me sell my car. We are even. If you really feel like you need to still thank me you can bring me a treat or dessert or something."
I hope that was the end of it. Though apparently there was crack in the ebay item he purchased so he asked me to contact the seller about it. I didn't know what to say so I came up with something. I don't know what Yvonne expects me to do about it. Not much more that is for sure.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Exchanges with a Guatamalan
So as some of you know I am trying to sell my white car. Well, not so much trying as thinking about it really hard as it collects dust and dirty looks from my roommates as it sits in a parking spot offered by the neighbors. Well, one day as I was going out, my neighbor (a different one) Yvonne (it's a guy) asks how much I am selling my car for (must have heard about it through the grape vine as there is no "for sale" sign anywhere). This follows with the following exchanges over the course of a couple of weeks:
First a little background on Yvonne. None of us trust him. He is a liar. He lies to girls on the internet all the time, telling them he works for the FBI, he's a pilot, things like that. He's a car salesman, and if I may say, I think he is a shady one. He buys cars at auctions and then sells them on our street. I try to keep our relationship at the wave hello and goodbye stage at all times. Every now and then if something is going on with my car he has butt in. If you remember my post about changing my spark plug wires, he was the one who butt in. Every time I see him come toward I get a sick feeling in my stomach. But a chance to sell my car reels me in.
Right then:
Me: "$800."
Yvonne: "I'll give you $500 for it right now." Yvonne speaks quietly with a south american accent
Me: "Really?"
Yvonne: "It hasn't been in an accident?"
Me: "Well, yeah kind of." As I'm making my way to my car
Yvonne: "Oh really? We can talk later."
Me: "Okay."
Later:
Yvonne: "So what's wrong with your car?"
Me: Where do I begin "Well, it possibly has a piston rod knocking, strut problems, something wrong in the gas line. I was told it might need a new module or something for that. I'm not sure. Basically, I think it needs $1,200 worth of work and the blue book on it is $2,000."
Yvonne: "Oh really? Well, would it be okay for me to take your car to my friend's shop and have him look at it?"
Me: "Sure" Great, he's definitely not going to want it after that.
Yvonne: "So, yeah I'll do that and then if everything okay then I can pay you right then. When can I take the car?"
There's a little more but it's a little boring. Basically we try to figure out when we can meet up for him to get the keys and then get it all taken care of. That week is really bad for both of us. I tell him I'll call him.
Three days ago: Leaving a message
Me: "Hey Yvonne, it's Cassie, from across the street. You know Loralee's roommate. Anyway, I was wondering if you were still interested in buying my car and if you were going to take it to look at it or whatever? Let me know.. here's my number."
Last night: Yvonne comes over
Yvonne: "Hey, you left me a message? When was that a week ago?"
Me: "Two, three days ago."
Yvonne: "Oh really? Well, I don't use that phone anymore blah blah blah not pertinent to the story So, can I get the keys to your car? I have a friend who is really interested in buying your car and he can give you the money on Wednesday. Is that okay?"
Me: "Great. Yeah, here are the keys."
Yvonne: "Hey, you know ebay, you buy stuff on ebay?"
Me: hesitantly "Yeah"
Yvonne: "Would you buy something for me on ebay?"
Me: "Ummm, sure. Do you not have a credit card or something?"
Yvonne: "No I don't have a credit card." Later found out he went to jail for fraud
Me: "Okay. Will you give me the money before?"
Yvonne: "Oh yes. I have the money right now. Can you do it right now?"
Me: "Sure."
We go to his house and down to his basement room. Creepy! I get on his computer and try to buy this thing as quick as possible so I can get out of there. The whole time I'm thinking What if he is some computer genius and will be able to access my information just because I did this on his computer? Then I was done and he pulls out the cash $235. I'm glad I got it right then and there. So I'm ready to leave but then it begins:
Yvonne: "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it so much. Can I take you to lunch or dinner to thank you?"
Me: "No, really that's not necessary. It's not a big deal."
Yvonne: "It is to me. Please I really want to. When would be a could time. Tomorrow?"
Me: "You know I've got things going on tomorrow."
Yvonne: "Lunch?"
Me: "I'm at work all day."
Yvonne: "Saturday?" Remember he is a car salesman and wants to close the deal.
Me: "I'll let you know, okay."
Yvonne: "Please, because I really want to thank you."
Me: "Really, Yvonne it was five seconds and you are helping with my car."
It doesn't matter, he is determined. So I have to either avoid the topic at all costs, come up with a list of excuses, or just tell him that I don't want to go. I am so worried about this whole transaction. I just want to get rid of my car with as little headache as possible. I may have just created one, a big one.
First a little background on Yvonne. None of us trust him. He is a liar. He lies to girls on the internet all the time, telling them he works for the FBI, he's a pilot, things like that. He's a car salesman, and if I may say, I think he is a shady one. He buys cars at auctions and then sells them on our street. I try to keep our relationship at the wave hello and goodbye stage at all times. Every now and then if something is going on with my car he has butt in. If you remember my post about changing my spark plug wires, he was the one who butt in. Every time I see him come toward I get a sick feeling in my stomach. But a chance to sell my car reels me in.
Right then:
Me: "$800."
Yvonne: "I'll give you $500 for it right now." Yvonne speaks quietly with a south american accent
Me: "Really?"
Yvonne: "It hasn't been in an accident?"
Me: "Well, yeah kind of." As I'm making my way to my car
Yvonne: "Oh really? We can talk later."
Me: "Okay."
Later:
Yvonne: "So what's wrong with your car?"
Me: Where do I begin "Well, it possibly has a piston rod knocking, strut problems, something wrong in the gas line. I was told it might need a new module or something for that. I'm not sure. Basically, I think it needs $1,200 worth of work and the blue book on it is $2,000."
Yvonne: "Oh really? Well, would it be okay for me to take your car to my friend's shop and have him look at it?"
Me: "Sure" Great, he's definitely not going to want it after that.
Yvonne: "So, yeah I'll do that and then if everything okay then I can pay you right then. When can I take the car?"
There's a little more but it's a little boring. Basically we try to figure out when we can meet up for him to get the keys and then get it all taken care of. That week is really bad for both of us. I tell him I'll call him.
Three days ago: Leaving a message
Me: "Hey Yvonne, it's Cassie, from across the street. You know Loralee's roommate. Anyway, I was wondering if you were still interested in buying my car and if you were going to take it to look at it or whatever? Let me know.. here's my number."
Last night: Yvonne comes over
Yvonne: "Hey, you left me a message? When was that a week ago?"
Me: "Two, three days ago."
Yvonne: "Oh really? Well, I don't use that phone anymore blah blah blah not pertinent to the story So, can I get the keys to your car? I have a friend who is really interested in buying your car and he can give you the money on Wednesday. Is that okay?"
Me: "Great. Yeah, here are the keys."
Yvonne: "Hey, you know ebay, you buy stuff on ebay?"
Me: hesitantly "Yeah"
Yvonne: "Would you buy something for me on ebay?"
Me: "Ummm, sure. Do you not have a credit card or something?"
Yvonne: "No I don't have a credit card." Later found out he went to jail for fraud
Me: "Okay. Will you give me the money before?"
Yvonne: "Oh yes. I have the money right now. Can you do it right now?"
Me: "Sure."
We go to his house and down to his basement room. Creepy! I get on his computer and try to buy this thing as quick as possible so I can get out of there. The whole time I'm thinking What if he is some computer genius and will be able to access my information just because I did this on his computer? Then I was done and he pulls out the cash $235. I'm glad I got it right then and there. So I'm ready to leave but then it begins:
Yvonne: "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it so much. Can I take you to lunch or dinner to thank you?"
Me: "No, really that's not necessary. It's not a big deal."
Yvonne: "It is to me. Please I really want to. When would be a could time. Tomorrow?"
Me: "You know I've got things going on tomorrow."
Yvonne: "Lunch?"
Me: "I'm at work all day."
Yvonne: "Saturday?" Remember he is a car salesman and wants to close the deal.
Me: "I'll let you know, okay."
Yvonne: "Please, because I really want to thank you."
Me: "Really, Yvonne it was five seconds and you are helping with my car."
It doesn't matter, he is determined. So I have to either avoid the topic at all costs, come up with a list of excuses, or just tell him that I don't want to go. I am so worried about this whole transaction. I just want to get rid of my car with as little headache as possible. I may have just created one, a big one.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
The Classic Black Pump
These are the shoes that I wear the most often. Mainly that since they are black, they go with pretty much everything and it takes a lot of the guessing game out of picking out an outfit. And the less amount of time it takes me to come up with an outfit, the more time I get to sleep or at least lie in my bed.
I bought these shoes during my trip to Cedar City for the Shakespeare Festival. My cousin Julie wanted to go in to Christensen's too look for some work shoes so I tagged along, mainly for the nostalgia of when we had our very own Christensen's in my little home town. I looked around to see what they had and as it was summer, the wedge was extremely popular and I just have never liked them so I figured my money was safe. Then I saw these. They were perfect and simple. The black shoes I was wearing for work at the time had this velvet covering with a pearl embellishment on the toes. I had grown tired of them and felt they looked a little too fancy/childish. Is that possible? I wanted something really basic. I first shied away from these because of the round toe. I love the pointy toed heels, so that's what I was in the market for, but I tried these on for kicks. After thinking it over, I decided these were perfect and my most expensive shoes ever, except for my tennis shoes.
They really have been perfect. I don't really remember a painful breaking-in period. We were a great fit from the start. Only one minor hiccup when the little platform on the heel came off, but nothing a little super glue couldn't fix. Also, I need to polish them up.
These shoes have almost got me thinking that maybe it would be worth it to pay a little more for shoes. I realize that in normal world standards what I paid for these shoes is looked at as cheap. They were $40. I have a hard time spending over $20, but that is pretty much on anything. I'll be heading down to Cedar City again this summer, so maybe I'll find another great pair of shoes, but hopefully not, I really don't need anymore (for now).
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
A Splash of Lime
Another pair of shoes that I bought not knowing what the heck I would wear with them. I remember thinking, once I saw them, how fun it would be to have some green shoes. How fashion forward I would be. I still feel that way.
These shoes stayed in their box for a while, due to the lack of knowledge about matching yet not really matching rules (I still don't quite have it down, Loralee helped pick out my outfit for today). When they did make their public debut, I wore them to church. I drove, which doesn't happen very often, picking up a couple friends on the way. I knew I was low on gas and I even thought about stopping and getting some quick, but I was already running really late and I figured/hoped it would make it. Well, I ran out about five blocks from the nearest gas station (This does happen rather often). So I walked the five blocks with my two passengers complaining almost the entire way. They could have stayed at the car. So I'm hoofing it down the sidewalk in these shoes, not even close to being broken in. So it hurt. After getting the gas, I eventually just took them off and walked back barefoot. We got on our way and arrived even more late for church but it all worked out fine. I won't say that that was the first or last time that I have or will run out of gas. I hate getting gas, it's such a chore to me.
Not many of my shoes have made such a lasting impression on me on their first outing so these shoes are somewhat special. Also, they inspired a whole shopping spree last night, where I spent way too much money, but got some pretty cute clothes for spring and summer. Mom, don't you look at my bank account!
Okay, so I would say these shoes are evidence of my occasionally branching out and taking a chance on new and sometimes unknown experiences. Most often I tend to stay with the safe neutrals, but with these shoes I feel like I have a slight adventuresome side, even though I only bring it out every once in a while.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Strappy Sandals
I'm out sick today, (lady troubles...ssshhh). Since it is such a nice day I figured it was a good time to break out my favorite pair of sandals. This is the first time it has seen the light of day since September so I think they were a little giddy. I could feel a little pull to go prance around, that's right I said prance, the backyard, but my being sick overpowered them. "Soon, my friend, very soon."
I've had these shoes for a couple of years. I got them at Payless. I'm a Payless girl. I admit it. Though I love shoes, I'm not willing to pay an arm and a leg for them, which I think I get away with it. Anyway, these shoes are my perfect spring and summer wear. They are neutral so that I can wear them with anything. Other than my tennis shoes or flip flops, these are the only flats that I feel comfortable wearing all the time. Though they are comfortable, they are not the best for walking for long periods of time, so long trips to the mall are out. But running errands or hanging out at the park would be fine.
Sorry, this post is really boring. I hope my shoes don't think it reflects on them. I'm feeling very un-creative right now. How about you guys help me out. What do you think these shoes say about me?
I'm gonna go lay down now.
Monday, April 02, 2007
S.R.P.s
Okay so you know how I said in the last post that beauty does not equal pain? Well, that isn't the case here. But, I'm chalking it up to breaking in time.
These are my S.R.P.s (Sexy, Red, Pumps)aka Madeline Stuarts (brand). Ooh I kind of like that name. I think that's what I'll call them from now on. "I christen you The Madelines." (That wasn't too sacreligious, was it?) I recently acquired these vixens at Ross. What a great store. Interestingly enough I did not go there to find shoes or if I did it was to find conservative brown ones for work. I was accompanying my roomie to return some S.R.P.s she herself had just purchased, but she couldn't really walk in them comfortably (not too much of a high heel person...though she tries). So as I was browsing the mess of shoes (it's always a mess) looking for some lovely brown heels to jump out at me, these tackled me instead.
There has to be some chemistry between me and my shoes before I will buy them. At times I have ignored the chemistry in the interest of my pocketbook. Why is he always trying to keep us apart? But this time there was no argument, me and my Madelines had to be together even if it meant running away together . Oh I could go off right here about the wonderful life we would live together living on the streets because lets face it I'm not going to get far without my pocketbook, but I'll spare you.
These are my S.R.P.s (Sexy, Red, Pumps)aka Madeline Stuarts (brand). Ooh I kind of like that name. I think that's what I'll call them from now on. "I christen you The Madelines." (That wasn't too sacreligious, was it?) I recently acquired these vixens at Ross. What a great store. Interestingly enough I did not go there to find shoes or if I did it was to find conservative brown ones for work. I was accompanying my roomie to return some S.R.P.s she herself had just purchased, but she couldn't really walk in them comfortably (not too much of a high heel person...though she tries). So as I was browsing the mess of shoes (it's always a mess) looking for some lovely brown heels to jump out at me, these tackled me instead.
There has to be some chemistry between me and my shoes before I will buy them. At times I have ignored the chemistry in the interest of my pocketbook. Why is he always trying to keep us apart? But this time there was no argument, me and my Madelines had to be together even if it meant running away together . Oh I could go off right here about the wonderful life we would live together living on the streets because lets face it I'm not going to get far without my pocketbook, but I'll spare you.
So anyway I purchased my first pair of Sexy, Red, Pumps. We are having a rocky start, but isn't it said that the first year of most relationships are like that. Due to the constant digging into one of my toes causing searing jabs of pain with each step, The Madelines, may be reduced to limited appearances at church where there is constant sitting and only lasts for three hours. Today may be their first and last experience at work. Though this may be the case I am still driven to find an amazing outfit to go with these shoes. Oh man I just contradicted myself from my last post. I guess there are exceptions to every rule.
I think every woman should have a pair of S.R.P.s, preferably ones you like to wear for longer than five minutes. I think they give that little oomph to a wardrobe. If you've got that great pair of S.R.P.s then you know that every once in a while you want to feel sexy and confident and I think these shoes do that for me. So even if they don't make it out in public too often maybe I'll wear them around the house (five minutes only) when I need that little boost of confidence and I can tell myself, "Yep, you are totally hot enough to pull these shoes off." Now does anyone have a bandaid?
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Bonus post: Stylish and Comfortable
I couldn't wait to start so here is a bonus post.
Who says beauty has to equal pain? (I reserve the right to remit this statement anytime in the upcoming days)
Meet my pink and brown Skechers. I first met these adorable shoes while looking for new tennis shoes to work out in. As I was in some mall shoe store perusing over the many different varieties trying to decide which quality was more important to me: suppotive arches, shock resistance if I was going to be running, the way it hugs my foot, these lovely ladies caught my eye. They were pink and brown (one of my most favorite color combinations) and though a tennis shoes looked really feminine. Also, they were Skechers, which is a brand that I love. I reluctantly tried them on knowing if I were to buy these they would not be for gym use and that's what I was there for. Oh they looked so perfect on my feet. But I needed tennis shoes. I left the Skechers and went back to the boring white workout shoes and found a pair I though would suit. They were a pretty penny and between longing glances back to the Skechers I knew I decided there was just no way I could leave that store without those shoes. They were meant to be mine.
My Skechers are a main staple to my wardrobe. I wear them all the time, interestingly enough way more than my gym shoes. I remember seeing a "What Not to Wear" episode in which a woman, who had dogs, would look like crap when she walked her dogs and they told her that she could still be stylish even when doing ordinary day to day things and still be comfortable. They showed the most adorable tennis shoes, so when I saw my Skechers I thought those are totally the same thing. I wear them practically everyday and they are really comfortable, I even took them to Europe with me (not so comfortable for walking on cobble stones, but I don't blame them for that, well maybe a little). I think there is something to be said of a shoe that you are willing to take with you around the world and wear for hip hop dancing. Yes, these were the shoes that I wore to my hip hop class. I felt pretty hip and was able to hop quite easily in these shoes.
Also, I don't ever care if they "match." I feel like they go with anything and everything. So to answer Kristin's question if the outfit comes first or the shoe, it is most definitely the outfit. But then again it could subconsciously be the shoe because I tend to wear some shoes way more often than others and so maybe I'm picking outfits that I know will allow me to wear those shoes. What do these shoes say about me? Well we have great conversations and though I think they get a little jealous if I choose to wear another pair of shoes, they know I will always come back. My love for comfort will almost always win out over any fancy high heels. Besides I see that pink and brown combo and I just melt everytime just like the first time I saw them.
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