Ooh, snakeskin! Sounds like a plan--let's do drinks and stuff.

My pewter formal bag is Coach. It was bought with "you're a good puppy" reward points from Countrywide.

I have a lot of bags, but generally carry one or two for months and forget the rest.

Relatedly, I have gotten myself into a circumstance I really never anticipated. I officially have too many shoes. The past month or so every time I see really cute shoes, I squee and then realize they are just like some pair I already have. I think that pair I bought in Nola officially plugged the last gap and now I am in a state of perfect shoe equilibrium.

I have a lot of bags, but generally carry one or two for months and forget the rest.

Me too. My goal is to empty my and every week and switch to another one but I rarely actually do that. I think I've managed it once this year. Maybe I should lower my frequency standards to something more achievable, like quarterly...

Whoa, shoe equilibrium, that sounds like it should feel good!

Well, shoe shopping's a lot less fun, I'll tell you what.

Oh yeah, I just use one everyday bag at a time, and change twice a year.

Consuela! I can't believe I haven't thought to roast garlic -- I was just thinking I have too much sitting around. Good one.

Timelies all!

Went to the MD Ren Faire.(It's closing weekend, and there was a group performing that we like who wasn't there on the weekend of our other visit.) Traffic sucked mightily getting in to and out of the faire, but it was a good visit anyway.

I reached near-perfect shoe equilibrium a couple of months ago. Assuming I can keep reheeling and resoling the nicer ones, and find something similar to the cheaper ones when they wear out, I may never need another pair of shoes ever again.

No, maybe a pair of fancy Converse and a pair of Keds. But that's it, possibly forever.

Random overheard this morning, while sitting with Matilda munching bagels outside the neighborhood market near Deb G's house: Mom and toddler girl walking down the sidewalk, toddler chattering animatedly all the way. As they got close I heard her say, "...But then sometimes when there's no potty and you can't wait you just pull off your pants and PEE RIGHT THERE [helpfully squatting to demonstrate in case mom didn't understand what PEE RIGHT THERE meant]."

"But we don't pee on the sidewalk," the mom said firmly.

"Daddy lets us do it sometimes," the toddler chirped (they were past us by now, but I could see mom's shoulders go rigid with a nearly audible clang).

Busted, Daddy! Also, WTF, Daddy?

just like some pair I already have

I don't have this sensory organ. I have returned shoes because I already have them--having them doesn't stop me wanting them. Others, apparently only I can distinguish between. I just have to mandate a shopping lockdown until there's a big gaping hole of shoe function.

...or form.

"Daddy lets us do it sometimes," the toddler chirped

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

"Daddy lets us do it sometimes," the toddler chirped (they were past us by now, but I could see mom's shoulders go rigid with a nearly audible clang).

This is the funniest thing. Daddy is so busted.