Tuesday, February 06, 2018
Which is how all four of us found ourselves, post-appointment, in the shoe department at Nordstrom Rack. This is, without sarcasm, my idea of fun.
So I spotted these shoes that looked like sneakers, but endless sneakers! They had big white bottoms! They were grey and soft, oh, so soft! And stretchy!
You pulled them on, and you just kept pulling them up and up and up, nearly up to your coochie-coo! (Yes, I know it's called a vulva, and we incorrectly continue to call it a vagina with our kids, except India still says GAGINA and I am OK with that as I know full well what she's talking about.)
Anyway, you pull those sneaker boots up really high.
I thought they were amazing. But they might be horrible. Amazing? Horrible? I couldn't tell.
So I asked Facebook.
My friend Tracy--and I love my friends forever for their honesty--said, "They make you look like you have elephant leg."
Wendy agreed. Then another person did. And another.
And actually, I'd be fine having elephant leg boots. I would happily refer to them as my "elephant leg boots."
Except that they didn't look good with a single outfit.
I was thinking, "Oh, great! These are sneakers that are also boots that are warm and I can just pull them on with everything and walk for miles and they'll keep my legs cozy!"
They looked terrible with jeans. And leggings. I didn't try them on with a skirt because I am not going to have a pair of high-maintenance elephant boots that I can only wear with like one outfit that I own. I'm just not.
So I took them back and stumbled across a black pair of over-the-knee real boots that have an actual heel. India totally approves. So far I haven't worn them, because I can't quite decide.
Maybe I'll put them on with some outfits and show you.
And finally, this is my India modeling Leigh Shoes.
As in, "Mama! These are so cute! Leigh would love these shoes. Look at me in the Leigh Shoes!"
However. I'm willing to bet Leigh would wear them on the correct feet.
Friday, February 02, 2018
Yesterday I got my hair cut and colored (see new hair above, not much different from old hair but also completely different). I asked my stylist if she could put fewer highlights so I can grow out more of my own hair color. I've decided I should see what color it actually is after all this time.
Also: selfies are hard. I always feel like a dork.
I'm always so amused by the foils that I have to take a picture.
In the top photo, the painting in the background is of me, on the shores of Lake Superior. My Aunt Jo, who was a painter, painted it after we'd been to visit her one summer. She had a houseboat, and she once took us out to the island I'm looking towards. In our parlance, that was Aunt Jo's island.
There I'm sifting through rocks, finding agates. We collected heaps and heaps of agates. Aunt Jo loved puns (I'm suspecting this is genetic), and once when my brother found a regular rock and asked her what it was, she said, "Oh, that's a snot agate!"
"What's a snot agate?"
"Snot an agate."
I've recently been in close touch with her daughter, Patti Jo, who has been sharing her memories. For a time I've been thinking I need to go back to where my dad grew up, and now, the pull to see family and familiar places is very strong.
Aunt Jo painted scenes of Duluth. I wish I had one of her scenes. She had these block puzzles called City Blocks. Why didn't I ever get one back then? They were wonderful.
Anyway. Experiences are more important than stuff.
On Wednesday, I start a full-time job that will last until my kids get out of school in June. A friend was leaving my old workplace, and they needed someone to fill in for a few months, until the organization gets a new president and that person can hire the new employee.
So I'm stepping back into the full time, office workforce. But I'm returning to a familiar place, where I already like my boss and am friends with many of my colleagues.
I'm both nervous and excited. It's going to be a big change for my family, as I've now been home over four years. India hasn't gone and Jordan doesn't remember going to aftercare.
This will be a big shift, but not a permanent one, and I think shaking things up will be good for all of us. And a paycheck is helpful.
All in all, I consider this a lucky turn of events.
We have gone back to India screaming, threatening, raging and all around shooting our nights to hell because she does not want to go to bed. That's fun.
Speaking of, it is currently cold as hell frozen over or whatever the expression is. I'm not best pleased with this situation.
Wishing you all a great weekend! Big hugs!