My shoes my shoes..My kingdom for my shoes..or a matching pair..
I was so joyous yesterday morning as I left the school parking lot.....I was going to see my dear friend Angela, she has a little shop appropriately named "Angela Skincare" in Thousand Oaks. There's nothing like an AngelaAppointment, all my girls understand the happiness of having concise plans for personal "deforestation" and really other than the strange walking pattern it is a lovely feeling to have it behind you. One Cannot put a price on taming the YETI.
On top of my hour of beauty revival I was to go scrapbooking at "Scrapbook Blessings" in Newbury Park. I had loaded all of my supplies for the day in my little mini van, and began the frantic exercise of getting out of the door on time. We've all done it, try to walk by the basket of laundry, the dishes on the table, and the toothpaste all over the sink. I firmly believe it's genetically impossible to just "leave it". So after a flurry of folding, wiping and tossing I breathed a loud sigh and began the outward exercise of leaving. I looked at my reflection to make sure I resembled a female, and partially satisfied I slipped on my flip flops, and tore out of the house. Once on the freeway I smiled with joy and began to sing songs that I didn't know the words too. Please..YOU know you've done it!
Once at Angela's,the heavenly fragrances of skincare products, and lavendar filled my head, I felt my eyelids lower in bliss as I became one with the "girl" place. Once in my room I began undressing, kicked off my shoes and it was if I heard the needle rip across the record......I had my favorite flip flops, two of my favorite pairs. You see I had one from each....in other words two DIFFERENT shoes.
Now here is where you can do one of two things... 1. You could lament about how busy you are and have no time to EVEN - CHECK - YOUR - SHOES, cry, return home, get the correct partner for one of your shoes, and risk having to clean up more crap at the house, thus destroying the rest of your day.
OR 2. Do the right thing- get your "GIRL ON", laugh at yourself and how ridiculously busy you are, deforest, tint your lashes, cover your feet the best you can and buy yourself another pair of shoes! The embarassment will turn to joy. Then tell everyone you can think of about it...your humiliation can be a bright spot for someone else!
**Apparently after posting this on my facebook page only 10% of women have actually done this and have the courage to admit it, 90% have done this and won't admit it, but I believe 90% WILL do this and you will think of me. Perhaps this 90% will take comfort in knowing that this was the second time I had done it (I was going nowhere fast on the elliptical machine at the gym when I realized, I shamefully left after I felt I wouldn't draw attention to myself.)