Over the past week, I've acquired lots of foot news.
First off, the sock class. I finished the baby sock.
Well... almost... I still need to
And I started an ACTUAL sock. An adult-sized one to fit my adult-sized foot.
I need to turn the heel to the first sock, and then, I'm setting it aside and starting the second sock. Why? Because
The next foot news has to do with shoes. New shoes, and old shoes. First, the new shoes I acquired last week.
Nine West tennis shoes. They're so cute! I love them. And they're COMFY. I wish that I could wear them when I teach, but I doubt that they really fit the "corporate" dress code. Every other day that I'm in the office, I can wear whatever I want. No dress code whatsoever. Shorts... fine. T-shirts... fine. Jeans... totally cool with it. But when I teach, I have to look professional. Makes sense, but I don't have to like it, do I?
The next piece of news I have to share with you came as a complete shock to me. I got dressed for work last Friday (brown capris, coral sweater, cute Nine West sandals). Feeling pretty good, I walk to work. As soon as I got past the lobby, I feel something on my foot. I thought a rodent had infiltrated security at work. Freaked me out a bit, but I kept on walking. I still feel the something on my foot, and I inspect a bit closer. No rodent. Just this.
My shoe BROKE!!!! One of my favorite pairs of shoes. BROKEN!!! I'm not quite sure if this is Nature's way of evening out my shoe collection, but it isn't a nice way to do it. Really, couldn't Nature have taken another pair of sandals. Perhaps a pair I'd spent some more time with? As it turns out, I've had these shoes for six years... only most of that time, I didn't know I had them. I mean, on some level I knew. But see... I bought these shoes to go clubbing with Rhonda YEARS ago. I wore them once. I couldn't really wear them to the job I had then... no open toed shoes allowed. At the time, I lived with my parents, so I put them in a closet. When I moved out, I didn't notice the closet full of shoes. Two months ago, my mother asked me if she could sell some of my shoes in a garage sale, and I told her to save anything she thought I might like. These shoes were saved. I went home over the fourth of July and saw that my mother hadn't touched these. I brought them back with me. So I've worn them probably five times since they've come home with me. Sooo... after six wears (and six years), Nine West sandals don't hold up so well. I think I might take them back.
And lastly, in my foot fetish world, I present you with these.
I have been lusting after these shoes for a little while, but hesitated to buy them since they cost $110. Actually, they were more at some places. These shoes are made by