Today's task was inspired directly from my book, THE NEXT THING ON MY LIST. Wearing sexy shoes is one of the things my character, Marissa, had on her life list.
She chose silver stilettos. I went with a Michael Kors black sling. Four-inch wedge heel. And "sexy" may be a stretch, but compared to the geriatric pickings among the rest of my shoes, they're practically streetwalker wear.
Because here's the thing: I hate buying shoes. I know that by admitting this, I risk that I may have my vagina revoked. A woman...not liking shoes??! Surely she's an imposter!
Yet it's true. Those gals in Sex In the City may adore their Manolo Blahniks, but that's probably because they don't have square feet like I do. When I try stuffing these Fred Flintstones into some strappy number - well, it's plain unfortunate. Don't get me wrong - it's not hideous (not like my ex-husband, who had a freak toe...something to do with a heavy object falling on it in his youth). It's just that my foot in a glamorous shoe is akin to setting a chunk of Spam on top of caviar - the two just don't go.
That said, these new shoes are quite spiffy. They certainly make me taller.
In time, I may even learn to walk in them.
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Life List Day 9 - Say Only Positive Things to My Son & Day 10 - Thrift Shopping
I suppose it's pathetic that I consider it a challenge to say only positive things to my son for one day - and even worse than I tried this before and failed.
In my defense, the unpositive things aren't mean-girl territory. It's not "you'll never amount to anything" or "you're ugly and your mama dresses you funny." Mine falls more into the category of worry: "If you don't clear that dish, then you'll never learn to take care of yourself, you'll flunk out of college, live in a gutter...AND DIE!" Call it an overactive imagination. The curse of the author.
Anyway, I did it! Went 24-hours only pointing out the positive (I waited until this morning to post, just in case I woke Danny in the night with negative ramblings). I'll admit, it was touch and go around noon. Danny was home for the day, which I considered prime opportunity to catch up on homework, but he viewed more as a chance to take a 3-hour bath. The bath won. And, even though he got wrinkly, and his skin probably molded, which will give him some strange disease which will make him hideous to look at, and he'll never find a wife, and he'll be in such despair that he'll live in a gutter...AND DIE!, I said nothing of the sort. I merely smiled and asked him if he enjoyed my new strawberry bubble bath.
One thing I noticed: Without me nagging and worrying, my son didn't get everything done that he was supposed to.
Which is exactly what happens on the days that I DO nag and worry.
Day 10 - Go Thrift Shopping
There's a thrift store in Sunland, CA that will take ANYTHING. I know, because I've donated some real crap, and they seemed excited to get it. That's not always the case. I once took stuff to the Good Will and they turned it away, and these were things I'd just had in my house. On display! Not good enough for Good Will! Anyway, I've eyed this thrift store but have nver gone in. Today I did, and it didn't disappoint. Yards upon yards of junk. Not that I want junk, but while wallowing in it, I get the feeling I'm going to find a hidden gem.
(I didn't.)
In my defense, the unpositive things aren't mean-girl territory. It's not "you'll never amount to anything" or "you're ugly and your mama dresses you funny." Mine falls more into the category of worry: "If you don't clear that dish, then you'll never learn to take care of yourself, you'll flunk out of college, live in a gutter...AND DIE!" Call it an overactive imagination. The curse of the author.
Anyway, I did it! Went 24-hours only pointing out the positive (I waited until this morning to post, just in case I woke Danny in the night with negative ramblings). I'll admit, it was touch and go around noon. Danny was home for the day, which I considered prime opportunity to catch up on homework, but he viewed more as a chance to take a 3-hour bath. The bath won. And, even though he got wrinkly, and his skin probably molded, which will give him some strange disease which will make him hideous to look at, and he'll never find a wife, and he'll be in such despair that he'll live in a gutter...AND DIE!, I said nothing of the sort. I merely smiled and asked him if he enjoyed my new strawberry bubble bath.
One thing I noticed: Without me nagging and worrying, my son didn't get everything done that he was supposed to.
Which is exactly what happens on the days that I DO nag and worry.
Day 10 - Go Thrift Shopping
There's a thrift store in Sunland, CA that will take ANYTHING. I know, because I've donated some real crap, and they seemed excited to get it. That's not always the case. I once took stuff to the Good Will and they turned it away, and these were things I'd just had in my house. On display! Not good enough for Good Will! Anyway, I've eyed this thrift store but have nver gone in. Today I did, and it didn't disappoint. Yards upon yards of junk. Not that I want junk, but while wallowing in it, I get the feeling I'm going to find a hidden gem.
(I didn't.)
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