Hey, I put some new shoes on . . .

and suddenly everything is right,
I said, hey, I put some new shoes on
and everybody's smiling,
it's so inviting,
-- New shoes, Paulo Nutini



I didn't intend to buy shoes, especially not irridescent emerald Jessica Simpson Mary Janes.

I needed some winter clothes, not pretty shoes that match nothing.

I got some clothes, true, but the best purchase of my Saturday brave-the-mall shopping trip was the shoes. They match nothing I own. They'll be hard to wear with anything other than black. But they put me in a fantastically good mood today, although it might have been the really cute shoe salesman.

Not only are the shoes pretty and able to make me feel good, they were on sale too (not to mention they possess a reasonable 1 1/2 inch heel, so mom'll be happy)! And I got sticky notes with Jessica's fake signature on them, so I can pretend to leave notes from the desk of Jessica Simpson (and yes, I realize she's vapid, but she's fun, dammit!).

And just because, here's the video to Mr. Nutini's song.

The death of my boots

My fuck-me boots are dead.

Before I started to lose weight, a pair of knee-high boots with a heel (in this case about 3 1/2 inches) was a pipe dream. My calves were just too fat to find a pair that would zip up.

The day I tried a pair on and they zipped was one of the best days of my life, at least shoppingwise :)

But now, the first major purchase that symbolized my weight loss is now too big. The calves of the boots are so streched out that they slipped from my knee to about mid-calf while I was wearing them last night. They are simply too uncomfortable to continue to wear.

I can look at this two ways. 1) Boo hoo! My boots don't fit. 2) Yee haw! My boots don't fit cause I'm even thinner and now I have an excuse to go shopping for some better ones!

I'm gonna go with option two and hit the shoe stores next week.