I’m feeling a bit giddy right now having just watched this fabulous VH1 countdown of the 40 best soft rock songs of all time. That brought back a memory or forty, let me tell you! Wow! I had fun back in the late ’80’s and well into the ’90’s, oh yes I did. Oh, the songs they had on! “Open Arms” by Journey (oh that Steve Perry can sing), “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas (yeppers, that’s a buzz kill if ever there was one), and “Mandy” by Barry Manilow (yes, I admit it, I’m a Fanilow). Each brought back a memory or many. Even the ones I didn’t particularly like at the time were just wonderful and nostalgia building now. Even seeing that creepy clay bust of Lionel Richie from “Hello” didn’t make me want to hide under the bed this time. I ooh’d and ahhh’d and happily clapped my hands as they counted down some of the best songs of my youth / younger adulthood.
And please, am I the last person on the planet to learn that the Juice Newton song “Angel of the Morning” was about a one night stand? I used to sing that at the top of my lungs (wildly off tune, of course) but in front of my dad. Oh, the shame! I still repress the memory of singing (equally loudly and equally off tune) “don’t ever leave your pizza burnin'” to that Stones song and now this! Then again, my first best friend and I made my mom sit and watch our beautifully choreographed dance routine to (get this) Nick Gilder’s “Hot Child in the City.” A delightful song about a teen prostitute. Only we didn’t know it at the time, we were about 13, maybe 14. My mom must have been super freaked. Or trying very hard not too laugh at our oh so serious concentration and carefully measured steps as we sung along about “runnin’ wild and lookin’ pretty” and got all enthused about the “come on down to my place baby, we’ll talk about love” . . . oh, the embarrassment. I’m blushing crimson just thinking of it.
Anyway, so that’s what kept me from my usual Shoe Sunday post. So now it’s post-Sunday, but I’m still intent on posting a post-Shoe Sunday post. Something like that. Anyway, I’ve been slowly getting back into the mood for shoes and all things good and girly, so I thought I’d share with you the very best pumps for long days on your feet (conferences and such).
As you can see from all the scuffs and scratches, this is a well worn pair. I suppose they’re really past their skirt prime, but I do still wear them with slacks (trousers) and of course with jeans. I really can’t tell you how wonderfully comfortable they are; maybe it’s because they don’t have a hugely high heel (I think it’s about 2 1/2″), but high enough to look well on the foot/leg.
Oh, and because it’s not a Shoe Sunday photo op at the Fuzzy house without a curious cat . . .
Of course I wish I’d flattened back her fur and buffed out that horrible scratch on the shoe. But done is done.
While I had the camera out, I decided to play around with the black & white function; here’s what happened:
These were all gifts from a good friend who knew I was into shoes. I was secretly a little glad when she stopped buying them for me, though, because I truly hate dusting and anything new to catch dust makes me cringe a little. But it was a lovely and much appreciated thought, and I do so love them:
This next “shot” (how fancy) is of the coat rack thing that I hang my handbags on; my closet is absolutely full. Beyond full. I ran out of room for handbags in there, so the ones I carry more frequently are hanging on the wall in my bedroom. Okay, it’s not Monet (or even Manet), but it’s practical, right?
And I hung that myself. Using real tools, too, not a butter knife and/or shoe.
This next one just tickled me because it’s a black and white photo of my “black and white wall” (yes, I’m easily amused). Years ago, I thought it would be fun to take pics on black and white film (way before every single person had a digital). And then I found out how much it costs to get that stuff developed. Wowie. I still have a roll of film around here somewhere that I’m sure expired years and years ago. Anyway, these are all pictures taken in Newport, Rhode Island (a gorgeous place), and they’re all framed in black frames and randomly stuck up on the wall:
I had to laugh when I saw this pic, though, because either I was holding the camera at an angle or all the pics are hanging unevenly. I think it’s a bit of both, actually, I can’t get them to hang straight for some reason. But they’re in my office, so I don’t really mind. No one sees them but me. And have you noticed how you don’t notice things after they’ve hung on your wall for a while? Or is that just me?
I found that first pic on Google. Those are CHOCOLATE SHOES, have you ever? How friggin’ fantastic is that?