I didn't get a chance to post yesterday, I meant to but the day got away... And then the "incident" happened. What is the "incident" you ask? Well, first of all, I have to say I am completely responsible, others were not hurt in this event, just me. Still interested? Here goes...
Last night, my son was having another sleepover (this sleepover thing is a God send I tell you!) and the big kid and I were going to grab some dinner or see a movie or something like that. So, picking out a very casual yet stylish outfit, I hesitated over the shoes. I have a pair of shoes that I rarely wear but hang onto because although they are not very comfortable, at one time, years and years ago, these shoes were quite expensive and very stylish. They are flat and very square across the toes and now that I really evaluate them, they very much could look like long rectangles on your feet. Scratch that vision out of your head ... I put them on against my better judgment and we walked out the door.
Downtown we went in search of a new restaurant. Downtown on a Friday night. In shoes that have the potential to hurt after ten minutes no less. We find a parking spot, not too far from the restaurant and off we go. So far, the shoes are cooperating. But, the restaurant is not quite what we thought it would be. Quickly we decided to venture over a few blocks and search for another we heard about. That one too ended up being more of a sports bar and I'm not having that. (There's A LOT of sports on TV at my house so I could go home and get THAT experience anytime is all I'm sayin'.)
Now what? We are blocks and blocks away from the restaurant strip and my shoes are starting to speak to me. I'm not liking the dialogue either. We shuffle up a few blocks, down a few more and around a few corners before the "incident" happens. Just as we turn another corner, one of my shoes (the left one) comes to life and stabs my foot in three places! My foot swells, immediately grows a blister the size of Idaho that pops and becomes a raw spot on my heel, and suddenly feels like sandpaper on the inside. I am not exaggerating! Really! (Nor am I dramatic either!)
So we hobble a few more steps, at an incredibly slow pace and choose the first restaurant that sounded good. We sit down and I'm so angry at myself for picking these demonic shoes and try to forget about the fact that I have to walk back to the car in them. After our very enjoyable meal, I manage to come up with a plan for these shoes. First I threw out ideas like, A.) Mr. Man goes and gets the car and picks me up or B.) we hail a pedi cab to our car but no. These ideas didn't go over so well so I just bent the back of the shoe down, slide my foot into them and hobbled back to the car at a very slow geriatric pace. I didn't listen to the gasps of horror from innocent bystanders and screeches of disgust when those poor people caught a view of my raw heel. Nope, just kept walking or hobbling that is.
After about 45 minutes, we see the car, it's in sight. The evening clouds have parted and a beam of light is shining down on the prize, you can hear angels singing and birds chirping. As soon as we reach the car, I step out of the shoes and dive into the car. Oh man, this is so nice. As we start to drive away, I look back and the abandoned shoes are lying in the street. They gave a little wave and I swear the left one flipped me off with it's black alligator printed toe. It was dark so I couldn't be exactly sure. From now on, it's flip flops for me. So glad I live in southern California!
(*Note to reader, it's now the following morning and after a fitful night of sleep, I drove back to the spot where I left the shoes feeling so guilty for littering and guess what!?! They were gone! I really feel for the next sucker who puts on these demon possessed shoes... if they haven't found their way to the dumpster that is.)
If you made it through this post, you are brave and courageous. Thanks for sticking around! I'll be posting a give away in the next few days just for your kindness! So please do come back!
How about you? Do you ever make fashion mistakes you pay for later?
Quote for the Day:
"You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water." - Rabindranath Tagore
Very well Rabindranath, I'm jumping in. Thanks.
Friday's Gratitude:
I am so grateful for a very nice meal and glass of wine to end the week.
This is all we are supposed to do. Love one another. That's it. In loving, purely loving, all the other good stuff like respecting, listening, supporting, encouraging, trusting, giving, sacrificing, etc. will follow. How hard could that possibly be? Um. Pretty hard, I wish I could say easy. Yeah, I really wish I could say easy.
Pitter patter goes my heart for some more holiday art. I just can't help myself.
More Christmas stamps. I've got holidays on my mind again.
I've been thinking about Christmas lately and that's because as a designer you have to be several seasons in front of real life. Then that really puts me behind instead of ahead of the game but that is for another day. While at the post office today, I asked about the Christmas stamps and found out the choices are rather boring. So, I created my own. You can get real postage stamps made at zazzle.com and I might just do that!
November has up and begun right when we weren't looking! Where did October go? Is it just me, or is this second half of the year just racing on by?
Here is an illo of a little Trick R' Treater. The one on the left is from 2007 and the one on the right is from 2009, just a little comparision to see how my style has developed. I think I've tightened my illustration style. What do you think?
I just added these to my wardrobe and am so excited. They are supposed to help you use more muscle throughout the day and not just when you are exercising. Sketchers Shape Ups are what they are called. I can feel the burn already!
This is a costume I'll be making for my son. Hip, hip, hooray for homeade costumes! He's of the age where it's cool to have the latest store bought gig and not so cool to have your mom make one for you, BUT for some reason, my son decided he didn't care and wants me to make him a skeleton costume. He really just wants the candy and little does he know how much I live for this stuff... (my heart is bursting!)
The waiting was always the hardest part for Frankie's Bride. Next time she vowed to pick a man with half a brain!
Got Halloween on my mind and charred onto my eyeballs. Here are a few patterns I created today. I forgot how I stare with my eyes wide open, staring into the computer screen for hours when trying to beat a deadline. The ol' eye sockets are reminding me. Not a good thing.
Halloween patterns keep repeating in my head...
I am taking a parenting class that started last Wednesday evening called "Confident Parenting." It addresses issues of being a transitional parent where you stop poor habits or unhealthy parenting skills we were shown in our childhood. Most of us bring something into our adulthood that didn't sit well with us when we were children and sometimes it's hard to stop those behaviors without being intentional. Many times we are so exhausted from our busy, stressed out lives that we slide by with mediocre parenting, thinking it's just good enough for now. But now turns into tomorrow and then what?
While gearing up for a busy week, this little grinning cat has some tricks up his sleeve. Never trust a grinning cat. Dog, maybe. Cat, never.
No, no, eat, drink and be SCARY! This is an idea for a little Halloween painting we're going to try to do this weekend. The "we" is mostly me but I think my son may want in on this action. He made a painting today. It was quite sweet, I set him up at my easel and away he went. I'll post a photo of it tomorrow, if he allows it however. He doesn't really like all my talking and posting about him so I need to be a little more discreet.
