2007
on the banks of the beautiful river wahoo
maura @ 8:55 pm
Some people are doing NaBloPoMo AND NaBloShoeMo. I am not one of those people. I’d have run out of shoes to photograph two days ago, even including hiking boots, rain boots, slippers and ice skates.
I am having lots of low-level shoe disgruntlement these days. Thinking about shoes while looking at others’ entries this month can do that to a gal. Probably it is Gus’s fault. I had lots of shoes that I really liked and that fit me really well. Then I got pregnant and it all went downhill.
Actually it is really my own fault. I just have weird feet. First of all, they are really little. They’re bigger now, but not much. Also they are a tad on the wide side. I’ve practically never had shoes that didn’t require at least some breaking in, but then things are usually hunky dory.
Now it seems like I don’t even have ONE pair of shoes that fits well. And they all have slightly different problems: some are too big, some too small, some need thick or thin socks only, some have Dr. Scholl’s products to assist them.
Most tragic are my beloved wing tip Docs, staple of the cold weather months. I wore them today and for the second time in recent memory they made my foot hurt in a weird way. They are a little bit too big — Docs don’t come in half sizes — which might be the cause of the weird pain. If it turns out that they are the cause I’ll be sad sad sad.
And annoyed, too, because I will have to go shopping for shoes. Probably try them on, even. Who wants to spend time on that? I prefer to just ogle shoes from afar, preferably online. Yep, I’m a shoe stalker. Here’s my latest footwear to drool over, from those crunchy folks at Simple. Look at that stitching! Foxy.
2 comments on “on the banks of the beautiful river wahoo”
You should *totally* get NaBloPoMo credit — you have commented on nearly every post I’ve written!
I agree that there is just too much to do. This time of year I am always whining about it, but that’s because it’s TRUE! If I could just magically move Gus’s birthday to September or something, that would make things much much easier.
Hope Max’s poem memorization went okay! J’s ‘rents brought Where the Sidewalk Ends for Gus and he is totally grooving on it.
Why November? Why DIY shoes? Are people suddenly idle?!
There is too too much to do this month! My eyes are burning, I need to go to CVS, wash clothes, pack suitcases, wake my brother up (his alarm keeps going off), help my mom make a pie for Max’s school tomorrow, sell a house, offer, counteroffer, fax, read e-mails, apply for jobs (one actually must be done before we leave town), pack Max’s lunch, help him memorize a poem, pick up toys, feed a baby, empty the Diaper Genie (a *real* genie would be so much easier!), fill out forms for pharma reimbursement, wake up multiple times in the night with kids, read mauraweb!…it’s NoSleePoSelBakWakFaxCleDryOffTravBitchMo!