With two blogging conferences in the next three weeks, it was time to do a little shopping, unless I wanted to wear three-year-old yoga pants. Especially since (and here's where I slip this in casually in an attempt to remain cool and not do a happy dance) I have lost almost 20 pounds in the last couple of months (story later). I don't think it would've made a good impression if, in the middle of my presentation, my pants fell down to my ankles.
I've found some very cute stuff. But only one item is cute enough to warrant its own blog post.
I was walking through a
very expensive shoe store Payless, when these shoes spoke to me. They said, "I am cute. Take me home."
They also said, "I am on sale for $12."
(As you look at them, let us pretend that my toenails are painted. And let us also pretend that I cut the price tag off. Or I could leave it on and become the Minnie Pearl of the blogging conference circuit.)
The BEST part, though, is the very funky heel. I LOVE it:
They're part wedge, part regular heel. Which means I might actually be able to walk in them.
But my husband took one look at them and said the heel looks like a nail gun.
A nail gun?
I love this man, but I don't generally take fashion advice from someone who still has a shirt from 1992 hanging in his closet.
I wore them around all weekend, hoping they (please-oh-please) might become comfortable. Every time I walked my past my man, I heard him do his best impression of a nail gun: "ca-CHUNK!"
Thank you, my dear. Nothing instills confidence in a girl like feeling she has power tools strapped to her feet.