So after I dealt with "The Car" today I took my older daughter to get some decent Winter boots. She has outgrown 3 sizes in the last year. Funny thing, shoes.
Buying shoes size 7 for my 10 year old daughter made me reminisce.
The last time I bought her shoes, which she managed to wreck within days of her getting them, the last time I bought myself shoes, which were a pair of pumps for her first communion, the look on my younger daughters face when she unwrapped the pink and orange trainers she had been so desperate for, the time Simon and I bought shoes to go with his good (and very expensive) suit, which was the first time he went to a proper Italian shoe store (he usually gets his shoes out of supermarkets), the Ropers I bought in Del Rio the last time I visited my Grandparents.
Shoes tend to stick in my mind.
I think shoes say a lot about a person, more so even than clothing does.
If you are a comfortable person, you would never, ever wear stiletto heels, not even with an evening gown.
Do you wear a skirt and trainers?
Are you the type of person that wears the latest Esprit Imitation Fur Suede Leather Boot even when it is completely impractical and you will get them wet and dirty because there is about a foot of snow outside your door, but hey it looks good (for about thirty seconds)?
Are you the guy with the long hair and the "Birkenstocks"?
Are you the girl that proudly wears her Prada shoes with a 20 $ Suit from JCPenney's Outlet? Are you the person, that wears shoes until they fall off?
Shoes, I think, really say something about their wearer!
On another note:
I tried to explain to my mother today, why I was "wasting my time on blogging, when there is so much work to do" quote she.
My mother - another one of those long stories for another day.
Well I told her, that, and I gave that reason in another message on a different Website today, it is a sort of New Years Resolution.
It is a way for me to actually face my own reality.
I am a dreamer and as such sometimes loose my grip on things that matter.
I also am a person that likes to avoid unpleasant things if I can help it.
For all that I have Simon. But he is not here now. This is my of coping.
A means to view my life from a different angle, (with the help of other peoples perspectives) to go back and reconsider decisions and judgements I have made.
It is a way to, for the lack of a better phrase, better myself?!
I guess it is also a way to get to know myself.
If I try to explain my thoughts, my actions to others it forces me to think on and about them. Why do I do that? Where did that thought come from? What caused me to act that way?
I suppose this blog is a sort of mirror.
The preview is the quick glance we tend to take but the publishing it is like standing in front if the mirror and really looking at yourself.
Oh and I do have to take my christmas tree down! My cats have already broken two of the decorations and it is starting to loose branches, not needles, no! Branches!
Christmas trees aren't what they used to be!!!!
