Actually, I needed a pair of black pumps, or some other reasonably professional looking black footwear without an ankle strap. I have a pair of ankle strap heels which are very cute but just do not go with everything. I needed very clean, plain, basic black shoes. Would you believe I went to FOUR stores! FOUR stores before I found black pumps in 7 medium! Did all the 7 medium women get there before me? But I did triumph in the end:
Pumps and slingbacks, both on sale, on a "buy one pair, get the other 50% off" deal. Can't beat it. And I would never have believed that those pumps with the extremely pointy toes could be so comfortable, but they are just insanely comfortable.
I have never bought such pointy-toed shoes. I will not dismiss them without trying on again.
Why did the going get tough, you ask? Because of a series of familial phonecalls, on various crises which Catherine Cannot Fix no matter how endlessly and whimperingly my mother whines about it, but thanks for
I am so cold. I really am. But you know, I fucking gave at the caregiver office. I simply have nothing left, my batteries are dead, my well is dry, insert analogy of your choice here. I'm done. I could summon reserves for my children, but honestly, I have nothing left for my parents. My parents have always sucked the joy and postive anything out of me like a couple of emotional vampires all my damn life and I'm 46 years old, and I'm done. The Bloodbank is closed. It's either shut down and not get into it, or have my own goddamn heart attack. I won't bore you with the decades of psychodrama, but trust me, I have damn good reasons for being such a cold bitch. I do not feel guilty. I will go to yoga and buy shoes.
I think the felted yoga mat from Last Minute Knitted Gifts is meant to be. It's done in Manos, and I have that lovely blue Manos-like product in the stash. I need to test-swatch it for felting.