I win!

Some of you may have been around here long enough to remember this
A year ago I was very disappointed in my inability to obtain clogs for my Zizza. Her feet are just so dang tiny, there wasn't a pair to be had.
But Guess what?
She grew!

I can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear her clomp clomp clomping around the house. I love that she has easy on and off shoes that are suitable for winter weather not to mention, cute enough to make me cry.
Last year's obsession had worn a little thin so I was reluctant to shell out for these beauties but I reminded myself that they are not going to wear out anytime soon so every girl child I bear or borrow will benefit from their purchase and then I bought them. I bought them and I'm not sorry.

Pretty things for me

Delivered an hour ago.

Lovely.

Glory

We've had a pair of rainy, magical days.
I went out yesterday into the beautifully overcast morning and felt the glory of the day. The sky full of clouds made the normally sun drenched scenery come to life. Since I've lived here my reactions to weather are quite often the opposite of what I expect, based on the experience of my previous life in the land of snow.
After Joy School, we went on a little trip to Target and on the way the rain began. It was a loud determined rain with giant drops falling as fast and the clouds could drop them. Baby Girl watched wondrously out the windows and kept me updated on which side of the car was collecting the most drops.
There is a new Stein Mart near Target and I was feeling so energized my the rain I decided we just as well go in as not, a quick run through the wet isn't so bad.
I must tell you, I really love my dear Dusty Miller. I loved him before but I love him all the more after our first rain storm together. I've never driven a car that stuck to a wet road so well, and I can get us all un-buckled and ready to run for it before I even open a door! I fold the console between the driver's and passenger's seats down and walk the the middle row where the children ride. Then I get them out of their seats, open the door and we all get out at once. I use the remote to close the door as we're making our way to the dry store. When the shopping is through, reverse all of that on the way back.
Divine.
I found this lovely place mat for $2.99 at Stein Mart. It was just the thing to make the surprise flowers from The Mr.extra special. I like it so well I think I'll get one or 2 more

We repeated the mass exodus from Dusty Miller again and went to Target. I've had my eye on these lovelies for Baby Girl and finally gave into myself and bought them.
I love her sweet little feet so much. I marvel at how they can be so tiny, slim and chubby at the same time.

If you think that I bought these for my child without checking to be sure there was not a pair round about that would fit me you are mistaken, and probably haven't gotten to know me very well. They only have these in toddler sizes. The less cute, silver sandals in the toddler section run through to girls sizes but these stop somewhere around size 9 leaving me no hope whatsoever.
When Target was all said and done we went to McDonald's. I climbed into the back seat one last time and we had a car picnic before driving home.
Dusty Miller told me it was 50 degrees out side. 50! on May 21! It was fantastic. I even got a little chilly later in the evening. It's so nice to get a little chilly in late May!
I was glad to be out in that storm, splashing through puddles and watching the rain drops and hail stones come down all around us, but I've forgotten to tell you about the Hail.
There was Hail. It started just as we clamored into Dusty Miller after Stein Mart and stopped before we got out again for Target. I really don't think I would have appreciated it all if I'd been shut up in the house the whole time.
Today we did stay in. We scrubbed bathtubs, organized fabric, ate popcorn, did laundry and read books. That was a good sort of a rainy day too.

The Scorned -part one

First, the whole pile of banished footwear




I got these in the early years on my marriage when the craving for the perfect brown boot overtook my soul. These tided me over but never really satisfied the craving, besides my feet slide around in them a bit, I hate that. So good bye brown boots, I hope you make someone very happy in your own, out-dated trendy way.



I was wearing these shoes when the Mr. told me he loved me for the very first time. How, you may ask can I dispose of such a sentimentally important pair of shoes? I'll tell you, I haven't worn them in round about 5 years, and I am working on my heartlessness so, really, this is just a step toward total emotional detachment.
On my way though, I'll take a break to recall that my outfit that day really was fab. Allow me to describe it for you. I'll start at the bottom and work up. The above shoes (sorry the photo is even worse than normal), black fishnet stockings, a straight black skirt that hit just below the knee with a side split, nothing to splitty though, just high enough to be able to walk, and a sparkly ballerina-style wrap sweater that belonged to my room mate with a bright pink shirt under it. I topped it all off with matching pink streaks in my platinum blonde tresses, pink lipstick, and a healthy dose of black eyeliner.
Now, I'm just guessing on this, but I was likely wearing a corresponding shade of pink panties. I can't imagine being contented with an otherwise flawlessly matched ensemble for such a special occasion if the match-ittude did not extend to the undergarments.




It started in 9th grade sometime, the desire for Doc Martin sandals. It was a strong one too. I was a senior in high school before I scrapped together the $130.00 for them. I kept trying to fill the void with other, less-expensive foot wear (though never the pay-less copy cat version of the doc's. I hated those with super-human vigor) then finally, my tax refund came and my wish was fulfilled.
When I got them out of the box on Saturday I was amazed at the sheer volume of those shoes. Seriously, they are gigantic. I thought about keeping them and wearing them around the house for extra weight resistance but in the end I decided to set them free. I can always strap bricks to my feet for a similar effect if I need the exercise so badly.




The style name of these is "High School".
This was one of those situations where I spent so much time thinking about whether or not I wanted them that they were gone. I just about gave up hope and then miraculously found a pair on a clearance rack. They are too big, but as you can see from the photo, they still got plenty of use. I wore and wore those shoes. If they were in better shape you can bet your bippy I would keep them and wear them for another 10 years.

And so concludes this segment of "The Scorned" tales of shoes once loved, now discarded.

Golden wedges

I'm in the market for a pair.
I saw a woman wearing some and the idea stealthily crept into my head and took over. My summer simply won't be complete unless I spend a goodly portion of it walking about in golden wedges.
I'd really like an espadrille if I can find it but I haven't had much luck. So far, this is my best bet.
My reservation is this, it is a rather narrow wedge for the height and I was planning on the golden wedges to be my go to shoes for the season. Can I balance a squirmy 14 month old on a day to day basis in that heel? I'd like to think I can, but if I am wrong I'll be sorely disappointed.
Speaking of Jessica Simpson shoes, I've got to say I'm really impressed. Me and Jessica haven't gotten along too well in the past. That is to say, I don't like one jot of her music, but, the shes are really doing it for me.
I've also been in the market for some thing fabulous in kelley green with at least 3 inches of heel. I actually found a pair at Marshalls and didn't buy them because I was sure they would be marked down lower and then they were gone. That pair was faux crocodile, which I adored, but have lost hope of finding again.
There now, dry your tears. I went to DSW the other day and found a pair of Jessica Simpsons that I think will fill the kelley green void in my closet quite well, even if they are suede rather than croc. The thing is, they are in the neighborhood of $50.00 so I left without them thinking "Surely they will be marked down, who besides me wants kelley green heels?" I guess I haven't learned my lesson.

Another goal acheived

I've been planning a massive closet purge for a while now.
Saturday I set a goal to get rid of 20 pairs of shoes. I am a shoe girl.
I did it. It wasn't even hard, and I actually got rid of 21 pair. Way to over achieve huh?
I took pictures, and I'm going to tell the tales of the favorites among the scorned. I haven't decided yet if it should be one massive post or if I should spotlight a pair here and there. In any case, I don't have the motivation to do any of it tonight.

all that glitters

My newest shoes make me feel like Dorothy Gale.
That Frank Baum knows a thing or two about magical accessories.

obsession

There is a recipe for turning a minor interest of mine into an obsession.
First of course there has to be that minor interest, then I have to think about that for a bit until it occurs to me that I should look online for the item of interest. After a google search or two I move on to ebay and then the process is complete. I have a new obsession.
The recent one is clogs for Baby Girl. I was thinking about winter foot wear for the child and remembered how cute the little girls in the Hanna Anderson catalogue are in their clogs. Then I thought about how I wouldn't spend that much money on children's shoes. Say, maybe I could find some on ebay! dun dun dun.
There is nothing in her size on Ebay, this does not stop me from bidding on 2 pair, one too small (I'll have more children, quite possibly another girl) and one too large, she is after all growing. Soon I find myself looking at the web site of a German shoe maker. Sure, these clogs are $40.00 on top of which I'll have to pay international shipping but now it's all worth it! I'd buy the Hanna's at this point if they had her size, but they don't. The German's don't make her size either. Apparently the one pair of size 4 clogs I found on ebay are the only pair in existence smaller than size 8.5 I need a 7.
What on earth will I do? How will I survive without clogs for my girl-child? I just don't know.