Okay, I don’t speak Spanish, but I’m pretty sure “calzado” means footwear, right? (Help Fanta and / or Tito) I sure hope so because you guys know how much I like my alliteration.
So here we are late into the weekend, and I’m only now getting around to my blog. Sigh. It’s been a difficult [insert length of time up to one year], and some days I just can’t. You know? But you know what cheers me up? Pink pumps that I will never ever wear, that’s what.
These shoes go in the “What was I thinking?” category of shoe shopping and their purchase was an accident (in retrospect. Okay, the word I’m looking for here is “mistake”). These are, to me, the cutest ever shoes. Truly. And there is ruching at the back, too . . . so nice. One day I will get all adventurous and do an insert like Ang did, but you can picture it if you try really really hard.
My mom always complains because my wardrobe is predominately black (and not in the emo way–did I use that term correctly, Tally?); I have far more black skirts, sweaters, slacks, and shoes than any other color (or non color if you want to get technical. Ish). Black is easy because it always matches and requires very little thought in the pre-dawn hours of getting ready to go to work on very little coffee. Black is also far more flattering on me than . . . oh, say, bright pink.
In my mind, I could wear these fuchsia-ish pumps with all black. Really. That’s what I was thinking.
So I bought them.
I should have taken a pic of the shiny virgin bottom of these shoes; they are just as fresh off the assembly line as the day I bought them. But you know what’s funny, when I was looking for a pair of shoes for Shoe Sunday, these shoes . . . that color, that style, that heel (omg, do you see that stiletto?) . . . made me smile. And they made me think of my mom because they’re not black, and I’m sure she’d approve, and today is Mother’s Day, after all.
I know that shoes are not everyone’s cup of tea.
(Here’s mine, btw:
) is it weird that I just paren’d a pic? Do you think this is a sign that my paren problem is getting worse?
So I am also sharing with you today my very first vid ever. Well, the first one I did on purpose. I did accidentally vid a fence and I think some parking lot back in March when we had that nor’easter. But you didn’t want to see that, trust me.
Now the quality on this is crap, but I don’t care. I love this little kitchen cow. I shared him with you guys before, and I remember he was kind of a hit (this could have been in my mind, though), so I thought you might like to see him sing and dance. He makes me happy, and it was very difficult to stand still(ish) and vid him because I seriously wanted to do my own arm flapping, butt wiggling dance and sing along with him.
As an aside: does anyone know how to make the sound louder? Off hand, I mean, I do have that encyclopedic manual they sent with the camera and can always look it up if I decide to go into the vid cam business or need to kill a few months reading that thing.
Okay, this last item is just cute . . . anyone who has or ever had cats will know that you cannot move anything or put anything anywhere without the cats coming to check it out and see what’s up. I’m not sure why they do this, but I suspect it’s because any little thing is cause for excitement and investigation when all you do is sleep twenty of every twenty-four hours.