Speaking
of clothing, I have made some more triumphant purchases at
ValVillage.
1)
Guess jeans. As I scoured the racks of denim I decided that
this had to be my final pair of regular jeans. I truly don't
need any more. From now on I pledge only to buy denim if it
has some really unique detailing or other outstanding point
of interest.
2)
Very Cute denim shorts. They fit perfectly. They will not
be removed from my body for the duration of the summer.
3)
Pink plaid sundress. I admit, I mostly bought it because it
was a size six. After I squeezed into it again at home I realized
that it really highlights my chest a little more than is decent
for someone my age. I hope to wear this at least once, but
first I need a cute cardigan to go with it.
4)
A fleece jacket. Think snowboarding/après ski fashion.
This is my big score. It is adorable and cool. It is dark
blue/gray with blue trim running over it. The original price
tag is still attached, although the price is scratched off.
The thing cost $15.99, I peg it as a $90.00 jacket, at least.
I
am embarrassed to report that my feet are a total mess. It
is summer. It should not be so, but it is. I am in dire need
of a pedicure.
I
believe that the bill for pedicures should fall under the
same category as health care. It is certain, that if my feet
looked better, then my state of mental health would increase
greatly.
I
have been self-pedicuring, but it just doesn't cut it. I need
professional help in matters of these poor neglected piggies
of mine.
I
think feet are a generally misunderstood part of the human
anatomy. They can be extremely sexy (note: I'm not really
talking about male feet here) if they've been cared for and
are well shod.
My
feet can never be sexy, and I accepted this back in grade
five when I was shopping for size nine clodhoppers for the
spring social.
Shoe
manufacturers don't give a hoot about women like me. All shoes
in the history of footwear are designed to look the best on
the smallest feet. There are no exceptions. Mine (now size
10) look ridiculous in everything, especially in anything
pointy... in which case you can just give me a hat with bells
and call me a jester.
So
back in grade five, I complained to my mother, (who was also
there to console me about my knobby knees and lack of pocketless
Santanas) and she told me that a girl my height needed
big feet. How else would women my height ever walk properly?
If you had smaller feet you'd just fall over.
For
some reason I never argued with this. I accepted the situation
of my feet with resignation.
And
now I tell a version of this story to my own daughter, who,
when as a newborn, had to be crammed into her hand-knit baby
booties just for the sake of the photo. I tell her that her
large feet will make her run faster. And when she's old enough
not to abuse the power, I will tell her the only real advantage
to having big feet: if I ever wanted to step on anyone's toes
I would do a really good job ... and possibly do some real
damage.
This
is a pretty good quality to have. Who knows, it could come in
handy. :)
Our
Barbie pool has given up the ghost. It's made of a stack of
three inflatable rings. The bottom one has had a slow leak
in it for some time. Because of this I needed to reinflate
it every 24 hours or so. As of yesterday I noticed the top
ring is also damaged, but this time, the punctures are visible
to the human eye.
How
did this come to pass? Did someone sneak into our backyard
and give it a couple of pokes with the end of a lobster fork?
Or was it an insider job?
When
I was young and had my own little inflatable pool I tried
(unsuccessfully) to give my cat a bath. His reaction shouldn't
have surprised me. He resisted, mostly by sinking his razor-like
claws into the side of the pool.
I
am not distressed about the demise of the Barbie pool. The
faded watery image of Barbie at the bottom of it was giving
me the creeps anyway.
And
now I have to stop procrastinating and get back to work. :)
a/
<8:56
a.m.>
Me:
Do you want peanut butter toast for breakfast?
Emma: On both sides.
Me: On both sides? But the plate will get sticky.
Emma: It's ok, it's just a plate. We'll wash it.
Heck,
you can't argue with that kind of logic. Someone tell me,
why do we only enhance one side of the bread?
In other news, I had a lovely birthday, and got lots of excellent
loot. A more complete update to come later, but first a question.
If you got $100 in birthday money to spend on yourself, what
would you buy?
In other news, I had a lovely birthday, and got lots of excellent
loot. A more complete update to come later, but first a question.
If you got $100 in birthday money to spend on yourself, what
would you buy?
