It's Monday morning and instead of getting ready for work or doing laundry, I'm shopping for shoes online.

It works for me.

I confess, though, I was a little bit embarrassed to post this. A whole entry about shoes? I thought. That seems so trivial and girly.

There are loves of mine that I like to keep hidden: reruns of The Nanny, potato-chip sandwiches etc.

But my unabashed love of high heels is not one of them. I don't care if I'm rather tall, very clumsy and chronically tardy with bad feet. I'm not apologizing to the vertically challenged, or my podiatrist*. I will, however, apologize to the people I crash into/fall on top of/bump or knock over. But I won't change my ways. I am Erratic in Heels and I don't care. So. Here's an entry about shoes.

I went online to find a nude, patent round toe pumps. I had a very clear objective. It is now... somewhat muddied. But this is what I've come up with so far:

SANDALS

Charles David, TInker $136.

RSVP Noreen, $94

I might only be uber-attracted to these sandals because I wish it was warm outside.

TRENDY

Christin Michael's, Amera $129

Christin Michael's, Rena $119

I've refrained from investing in booties because I don't know if I'll be wearing them in five years. But I think I love those Mary Janes in a forever kind of way. It just feels right.

CLASSICS

Type Z Sireen, $80

RSVP Paris, $71

Neither of these is exactly what I'm looking for, but I think those black tipped pumps might make me happy for the rest of my life.

I'm off to do things I'm supposed to, and if anyone finds a gorgeous nude patent round toed pump, please let me know.

*I don't have a podiatrist.

Ready for spring

This is the time of year when I take on projects I can't finish, drive by my favorite swimming spots, wear summer dresses with sweater tights and big winter coats and just about. lose. my mind.

I've been looking for signs of spring, and this lovely market in New Haven, with it's medley of beautiful, bright fruits and veggies was very obliging.

Aforementioned summer dresses.

Aforementioned sweater tights.

Lucky for me, the Louisiana Tourism Board has given me something to look forward to (a whole lot) to take my mind off of things. They have decided to give four journalists the chance to tour the state's music festivals and, on the way, and sample local beer and food offerings. And I'm one of them! We leave late April.


eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!

That is all.

Can't you see that it's just raining?

Ain't no need to go outside.

Sunshine.

But, baby, you hardly even notice
when I try to show you
this song; it's meant to keep you
from doing what you're supposed to

Hot baths.


Like waking up too early-
maybe we could sleep in

I'll make you banana pancakes


Note: actual banana pancakes.


Pretend like it's the weekend, now.

Local markets


Milkshakes.

Milkshakes!

Notes from Italy

Maybe we could pretend it all the time.

Subtlety

I would like to post something about a lovely brunch I had a while back.
But I can't because a certain father of mine hasn't emailed me the photos
or put them on facebook.

Just saying.

All I really want to do is, baby, be friends with you.

There are people in this world that make me love life. These are two of them.


Ten years we've known each other and I still get excited for a sleepover at their house. Here was our rough itinerary:

First order of business: set up shop at the local Mexican restaurant. Order multiple margaritas, nachos, tacos. Consume. Repeat as necessary. Marvel at clever name of said restaurant.

Return home, pile into one bed and watch 30 Rock. Fall asleep with Liz Lemon's soothing voice in our ears.

- 11:00 EST the following morning-

WAFFLES!

These girls really know how to put on a brunch.

Isn't this lovely?

Check out that Wedgewood China.

This brunch made it official: I need a waffle maker. I just want that.

On top of all this, it was a gorgeous day, so we went for a hike. Yes, my friends, there is actual natural beauty in our neck of the woods. Observe:

A capsulized version of our new-found mountain,
dubbed by Glamourous High School Friend as, "Big Mountain".


Having come from the wilderness of Western Massachusetts, I am puzzled by this beauty.

There was also an amazing abandoned building we stumbled on partway through our hike. We decided not to find out what it was. We like a little mystery in our lives.

Normally after such an amazing weekend I become disenchanted with my daily routine. The Boy goes back to work and so do I. There are no waffles, I exercise at the gym instead of outdoors (although I really do like swimming laps). But this week things have been going my way- there are a bunch of projects coming up that I'm afraid to jinx by talking about.

But cross your fingers for me and have a good week!

P.S. The only thing missing was MTV friend who has made the leap into NYC. We miss her and I would have shared my nachos with her.

In Which The Author Gets Bored at Work

I came up with a few odes. Here they are, for your enjoyment.

To The Boy

Thank you for buying me cupcakes on Sunday when I was cranky.

And also for making sure to get the grocery store kind because they are the best.

And also for not making fun of me for liking grocery store cupcakes best of all.

And also for letting me eat them all.

I love you.

To That Sketchy Indian Guy at the Gym

Who Kept Hitting on Me Even After

I Told You I Had a Boyfriend,

Wore a Shirt that said,

"I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND"

and Casually Mentioned That I

Didn't Like You:

Fuck off.

That is all.

Decisions

I have made a lot of good decisions in my life.


This was not one of them.

I Like My Job

Because this is a fine thing to wear to work:

Shirt: H & M, Jeans: Paper, Denim & Cloth,
Glasses: Forever 21, Necklace: ??, Bracelets: Thrifted

Converse

I might like to dress up, but I also hate dress codes.

Head for the hills!

So this weekend I headed for the hills. With two of my NYC friends in tow (having a car makes me popular) I trucked up to the wilds of Western Massachusetts.

This was a nice place to grow up.

Unbeknownst to me, 15 other former Western Mass residents were embarking on a similiar voyage. Now, what would make 15 self-respecting adults (and me) leave their lives behind for a whole weekend to go somewhere that doesn't have any cell phone reception?

............a high school play...........

No, really.

Of course, it wasn't just any high school play. It was OUR high school's play. And it was Richard III. And it was amazing.

It should be noted that our high school was.... rather small. As in, 100 students (grades 7-12). And rather tight knit. As in, I've known my Glamourous High School friend for 10 years now and we still speak our own language, especially in the presence of the rest of our high school gaggle. This picture is old, but time has only made us sassier.

Also, I met The Boy there*.

The play was amazing- maybe the best yet. I know I'm biased, but I think that's saying something. And the lead actor was extra-amazing- maybe the best yet. And I don't think I'm biased when I say that's really saying something. Our drama department produced some really spectacular talent.

Just as exciting as the play is the formal dinner they throw for the past and present students afterwards.

The table was festooned with shiny things. I really like shiny things.


The director and his daughter aka my Glamourous High School Friend.

Almost all of these dinners (and any get-together with these people, actually) results in singing.

Of course, Richard III is about 3 1/2 hours long, not including intermission. And the dinners tend to drag on in the very best way. And our high school is in the middle of nowhere, which meant a long drive to my residence for the night. As in, we got back at 4:49am.

It was rather hard to get up Sunday morning. I was in dire need of caffeine and bacon.
Lucky for me, I found the perfect place. But more on that later.

*Yes, we are high school sweethearts. Yes, that is silly and a little embarrassing. But I love him a lot so I'm taking it on the chin.