The Clumsy Shoe Girl

This is a story of a girl, a shoe store, and the right pair of sandals.

Girl noticed a few days ago that her "pretty" sandals were looking quite grodie and were perhaps ready to be shown to the trash can. Girl thought to herself, "This must mean I need some new sandals!"

Note: Girl lives in Southern California, so this is a valid thought.

Girl ventured to DSW after work today to see what they had on sale. As Girl entered the store, she tried desperately to not be distracted by the beautiful full-priced shoes that smiled their glittery teeth at her. She gave in a little bit and went down every single aisle, just to assure herself that she did not need any of them. She perhaps failed at this, but remembered her purpose, and strode toward the clearance rack.

Note: Girl love shoes. Girl has a weakness for shoes. Girl loves sales. Girl has a weakness for sales. See where this is going?

Girl was temporarily saddened by the fact that she had no shopping buddy to survey in regards to her sandal choices. Girl decided to take pictures of potential sandal mates on her feet and send them to her Hubbs. Her Hubbs was sweet enough to reply promptly with his (sometimes harsh) honest opinion. Girl pushed hard for sparkles and Hubbs pushed hard for not sparkles. Girl kept finding new sandals to try on, so she gave up trying to sit and try them on like a lady. Girl fought the ankle straps and strange contraptions while standing. While girl wobbled and wavered, sweating in the non-airconditioned sale area (I think they make it that way on purpose), Salesman took pity on her. Great pity. It was actually kind of pathetic. Salesman approached sweaty Girl with giant bag and said, "Miss, lots of women prefer to sit down, relax, and try on a few pairs at once. It's easier."

Girl fought the urge to reply, "But I like making this difficult. I prefer to wobble. The danger of falling down keeps me going!" And instead turned red and said, "Thanks!" as she took the bag, a stack of shoe boxes, and sat on the strange velvety seat at the end of the aisle. Salesman was maybe correct. Perhaps it was a bit easier to try on shoes and wrestle with straps while sitting down. So girl went through her stack of shoe boxes...

"This one is too small," she noted. "This one is to bad-ass," she lamented. "This one mixes black and brown!" she cried in fear and frustration. Then girl picked up the last box. "This one has zebra..." she mused. Could it be? Did girl find the glass slipper sandal in the last box she pulled? She removed one sandal from the box. It was sassy. It was cute. It had some sparkle, but not too much. She slipped the sandal on her foot, zipped it, snapped a picture on her iPhone, and sent it to her Hubbs for evaluation.

The reply came back resoundingly positive! Hubbs had texted, "I like." Girl knew this was the pair for her and as she meandered toward the counter she thought of all of the cute outfits this sandal would complete. Ahhhh, shoes...

What? You want to know what they look like? Ok, fine. If you insist. :)

Kitten felt the need to be in the shoebox, so she made it in this picture.

Also, Girl likes how her stripey sandals match her stripey kitten. Unintentional. Promise.

Oops!

Well, it's been a while since I've written, especially because I began this puppy thinking I would write several times a week. However, with life being what it is, I haven't felt much like writing. I'm still not feeling gung-ho about it, but let's give it the old college try, eh?

Exciting news...

Hubbs is going to an intern on the Cirque du Soleil show, "O!" We are so pumped and excited for what this means for the future. However, "O" is in Las Vegas and we are in Southern California. What does this mean? It means that for 12 weeks, hubbs and I will be living in different states. This isn't as bad as it sounds. Vegas is a four hour drive and I will go to see hubbs at least once a month. Plus, it could lead to an awesome job for him.

Less exciting news...

Friday night, hubbs and I went to see Romeo and Juliet at the college we graduated from. We had a few differing opinions, but the main consensus was that it was a good show. It makes me remember that one day I'd like to teach Theatre at a college. One day.

Last night, we bought a Ninja and made deliciousness happen. We had jalapeno and pepperjack burgers complimented by a blended margarita. Dessert was a chai shake. Needless to say, we are enjoying the Ninja, especially since our dinky teeny blender was starting to smoke smell funny after it had made a few shakes. Let's not have our kitchen appliances blow up on us... sound good? :)

We have the coolest plates.

Today, we went to church, did a bit more housecleaning (seriously, how much fluff does the fluffy one have to distribute in every corner?), and who knows what we will do now? Maybe I can talk him into a trip to the fabric store. I have a skirt in mind that I want to make. :)

They do this naturally. It is both cute and weird.

On that note... I've decided that while I'm not in shows, I need to be craftier. Either thinking up ways to rob a bank, or making fun stuff. And I need to do this multiple times a week. As a result, you may become victim to zillions of pictures of handmade items. I apologize in advance. I'm also looking into starting a shop on Etsy.com to sell my creations. Of course, the shop won't open until I've got a few things made to sell, but it is good to do my research. I'm thinking that I can sell for a bit of a profit so that I won't lose money by keeping on a crafty habit. Heck, maybe I'll even make a bit of money. That's a crazy idea. :)

The shoes I just got are the inspiration for the skirt I want to make. They make me swoon.

And that's all, folks!