My mother is a fantastically talented woman. Her creativity shines through painting, photography and hair artistry. She runs a successful business, cooks to-die-for meals, grows beautiful flowers, cans the most delicious peach jam in the world, and on top of it all, is a really nice person. What she's not good at? Keeping her daughter from buying the most frivolous shoes on the face of the earth.
When shoe shopping, you might expect a mom type to be practical and ask questions like: Are they comfortable? Can you walk in them? Will you be able to wear them often?
No, while *I* asked myself those questions yesterday on our not-frequent-enough shoe date, she goaded me... "They're cuuuutteeee." "[Who needs to walk?] Those are date shoes!" "They'll go perfect with summer dresses."
So what can I say, I listened to my mom's advice and bought hot pink/purple wedges, complete with swirling koi fish. (And, in case Mr. T is reading, they were totally on sale and I had a coupon.)
#56- February 25, 2012
#55- Dream peas
#48-54 A week and three states
#47- The antidote to extended, puke-ridden travel
#46 The view from my office (at 40,000 feet)
#38-45 February reflections
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