I’ve been writing things on my hand lately and joking with people that I was putting ______ (whatever we were discussing) on my Palm. I needed it. I forget a lot of things. So I got this:
Well, one of these. Not all of them.
But an iPhone. Pretty exciting. I’m looking at that picture and realizing I need to add that jewel game. I love it.
Anyway…
Shelby was on-time to piano today for the first time in a month. I would call that a major victory for iPhone.
And while I’m talking about random stuff, I have to admit I’ve been thinking about something a lot lately that has really been bothering me. I have to just get it off my chest.
I came across these boots the other day, don’t ask me what I was doing at Bergdorf Goodman, because I really don’t know. But I’ve been so bothered ever since. I’m fine with someone wanting to spend $750 on boots. If you have it and it’s what you want to do, go for it. But to spend $750 on boots that make you look like you have the worst cankles ever? (cankle=when there is no size difference between your ankle and your calf)
It looks to me like the leg of a very old woman who, due to medications or illness has gained about fifty pounds of water weight, mostly in her legs, who spends her days wearing slippers because shoes just don’t fit. But on Sundays, to look her best, she puts on black tights to hide the purple veins and squeezes into her best shoes.
I always feel a bit bad for that woman. And I feel like she’s a hero for trying to make the shoes work. That is just totally admirable.
But to pay $750 for that look? Nuh-uh.
Just had to get that off my chest.
If you’re going to buy boots, just choose. Boot or shoe. Combining them is not a good idea.
by Shannon Montez
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