|On to more mundane things...
||[Oct. 5th, 2006|10:02 am]
Somewhere The Shoe Fairy trembles...|
Packing clothes for my conference -- yes, suprise, Chico's traveller's separates, all in black with various overshirt/jackets. Look, if they made Garanimals for adults, I'd be buying 'em.
Pull out my shoes that I usually wear with them, which admittedly, I have not worn in a while, due to someone's fairly successful efforts to convert me to open-toed sandals -- but c'mon this is a culinary conference...open toes...not.
Wow, both pairs are shabby. Really. Of course (and now, typical women with typical shoe wardrobes everywhere are shuddering) I've had both pairs for at least 5 or 6 years...
Did I mention that I really, really, really hate clothes shopping?
So, like I didn't have enough to do today...now I gotta go shoe shopping!
Again, I betray my own fair sex, since I also have to get lawnmower oil and a new chain for the chainsaw and I find both chores to be about the same excitement level. And will spend about the same amount of time on each. No, wait, DSW will take longer, since all the shoes I like won't be in my size...