The Holiday Trip

Cost of fancy shoes for the holiday weekend:  ok well that's nobody's business and besides one pair was on sale last year:

Time spent with family deciding when where and what to eat, for every meal, times my normal hourly work rate: pricey but that's life and everybody understands because everybody has a family!  (Can we just eat already?)

Cost of random early morning internet shoe shopping waiting for everybody to wake up after the massive meal: (last pair? Yikes! Buy!)

Money spent buying fabric I don't need because if you are near Mood Fabrics you have to!  Enough...

Various gift cards for Mom and Pat for sending me cute pics of the animals while they were animal sitting? Can't say. They read this blog.

Getting to take a selfie with the best mother in law ever?

Priceless!

We'll Meet Again

Stephen Colbert. So glad we knew ye.

It's Not Christmas

Til the Penguins come out!

Or so says the Shandy...

It's Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Christmas...

Shoe Sales!

I first saw em this summer, put em in the Saks shopping cart, and waited.  And checked and waited.  And checked again...that's like checking a list twice in Christmas parlance.  And finally they went on sale, had one left in my size, and made their way here thru winter storms and the California stormageddon...and they are suede and so can't wear em til the puddles dry out, but they are here and they are mine and they were worth the wait!  Because if you know ME, you know I like a good pink. And if you DON'T  know me, you figure it out quick.

And the outtake!

How Many Days Until

Spring Training?

Too many.  Sigh.

Thanksgiving.

Day two.

I'm Wearing My Slutty Housewife Boots

Because it's my birthday and I can wear what I want to.

Dear Santa:

Yes please.

Isabel Marant.  Sigh.

Because Some Days

This is as far as we get.

And This Is Why We Get Takeout

Fast Forward Three Hours

And I have a new dud! 

(Well not counting the time it took to fly to New York, visit Mood Fabrics, purchase this Missoni knit and then fly back...)

Oh and if I didn't make it clear that this top is a made by me dud, here's the proof:

Note: by dud we mean the singular of duds, a slang term for clothing, not dud, as in 'that firecracker was a dud'.  Or, 'that blind date sure was a dud. What was my mother thinking?'.  Etc.  I hope we have cleared up any confusion. 

Sincerely, 

The Editors

Oh Really?

Apparently we need a new tv.

Kinda like I need a new pair of shoes.

But at least I have a place to put 'em.

Just sayin.

Patience Is It's Own Reward.

Or some such nonsense.

It's 2:30 In The Ayem...

Do you know where YOUR fashion obsessed friends are?

Ok well I was in line at H&M for the Alexander Wang/H&M designer collaboration.

Because really, sleep is SO last night...

Did My Civic Duty

While wearing my new tweed trainers:

Happy Halloween and a Question:

A black cat crosses my path at least 25 times a day.

Should I be worried?

Someone Hates The Vacuum Cleaner!

I guess I can take down the missing cat posters!

GO

GIANTS!!!!!

I Really Miss Baseball

Sigh.

You'll Just Have To Take My Word For It

These are the spitting image (knockoff, ahem) of a McQueen shoe I bought last spring...and returned.

But rather than a high four bills these were a mid two bills.

As bills go, not so bad.

On Our Way To Monterey! (There is a song in there somewhere.)

For a two day trip.  And I packed at the last minute.  Couldn't figure out what to wear...

Again, two day trip.

Imagine if I were leaving the state?

I'll Say THIS For the Giants:

They sure get the class crooners!

Now let's hope they can get past the Nats...

Hold The Presses!

We have a match!!!!!

The Goggles Are ON!

It's DONE!

Dear Oakland Athletics:

Yer killing me.

Signed,

As Long As I Can Still Have The Playoffs.

Cat Feet

With dog.

Feeling Bad and Guilty Notwithstanding...

Can't wait for these babies to show up!

Does Feeling Bad and Guilty About Having Too Many Pairs of Shoes

Make me a better person?  Or does it just make me feel bad...and guilty.

Inquiring minds want to know!