Shoes post

Cute, or overly twee? [link]

Why [link]

PINK [link]

Cute, but maybe too pointy [link]

Again, why? [link]

First pair is cute, but definitely bordering on twee--the problem would be to find more than like, one outfit to wear them with. I mean, god knows I have too many pairs of shoes, but ideally you'd want something at least vaguely multi-wearable...

The ruffled bits on the pointy ones would make me crazy.

But OMG, the Why ones? FUG.

Edit: I am STILL BORED> I looked at my bookshelves, and said "yes, these are very good books. I'm glad I own them. But I don't want to read any of them right now, I want NEW BOOKS!"

Poor, unloved Meara's books

Happy birthday, Fay! You scrumptious champers sozzled, amaretto drizzled dollop, you.

Susan, it does seem right your Dad has returned to the Alabama clay. I remember my own Mom's funeral being such a jumble of feelings which were complicated rather than alleviated by family. It actually took me a while away from it to really deal with it.

I scraped together some CDs and DVDs I didn't want, cashed them in at Amoeba and with a belated $50 gift certificate there had $138 to spend. Now playing: The O'Jays. Also got the Undeclared DVD set.

My back's sore from all the standing around shopping. t /first world problem

Tomorrow I brunch with ex-minion! I've missed her. Quality of life at work has definitely declined without her company. And she sounds like she's been in a funk for the last couple months, so I'll be happy to treat her to food.

I want a slice of Fay's cake.

You saucy wench!

Am trying to decide if I want to cut my hair.

Do I get a vote?

Cute, or overly twee?

Cute and not too twee.

Do I get a vote?

Too late--boredom means I already cut it. :) It's now chin-length all over, instead of a couple inches longer than that.

My books are sadly unloved. It's terrible. Also, I can never find the ones I want to read. Like Jaran, which seems to be entirely missing. I think I must've loaned it to someone.

My mom trimmed her own hair today.

Susan, it does seem right your Dad has returned to the Alabama clay. I remember my own Mom's funeral being such a jumble of feelings which were complicated rather than alleviated by family. It actually took me a while away from it to really deal with it.

That's a very good description of it--jumbled. But I'm feeling more comfortable with dealing with it in my own way. IOW, I think I've gotten over my fears that I'm doing this all wrong.

Just checking in again briefly. We've got more people in the house than we usually do at Christmas, which means more people sharing the computer, a person sleeping in the computer room, etc.

This morning my nephew called from Baghdad. I'd sent him some books and magazines back in June, just guessing at his tastes, so I asked him what he'd like to read. His reply: "Anything with words." He says his life is sleep-read-patrol-sleep-read-patrol. He sent some pictures that hopefully we'll be able to upload once we're back in Seattle, including one of him standing in front of a background of roiling black smoke--insurgents shot a rocket at their camp and missed, hitting a nearby oil line instead.

My MIL is here from Tulsa and watched Annabel during the funeral, so tonight we took her out for traditional Alabama food (i.e. to the barbecue and fried chicken place that was founded when my parents were tiny children). She drives back tomorrow, we fly back on Monday.

Time to duck out again. I need to check my email, and then Georgia!Brother wants a turn on the internets.

boredom means I already cut it.

That was gonna be my vote!