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Words&Photos_Four

2012-02-02T23:55:00.001-05:00

Received this sweet bridal shower invitation in the mail today and thought "suckerrrrr!!!!" after reading it. But seriously, I'm honored to be surrounded and supported by such a sweet group of older ladies (aka Mom's friends) who will probably end up praying over me thus making all my shower pictures a complete disaster because I'll be weeping the entire time which will result in a thorough mess of smeared makeup and someone will tell me "Oh, it doesn't look bad!"* when in reality I'll be so unrecognizable that people arriving late will introduce themselves to me and ask me: "So, how do you know Kimi? Are you her biological brother?"

On the bright side, I'm thankful that this invitation didn't have "zilla" at the end and wasn't written in the present tense, although I still have four months to go before I'm officially in the clear of assuming that title.

Did someone say four months? I think a bottle of wine is calling my name.

*Whoever you are, you are dead to me

Words_And I'm Back!

2012-02-01T21:19:00.000-05:00

Thank goodness for new days, people.

Since my last post, I've willingly launched myself from the stressful marriage fiasco train and decided that all my rants and raves are something you might equate to #engagedpeopleproblems. It all really does sound absurd--like a rich person complaining about not having anything smaller than one hundred dollar bills in his wallet (I'm pretty sure that's a Jack Handey quote)--except I'm complaining about how stressed I am about purchasing probably the most beautiful dress I'll ever wear in my life or what kind of amazing dessert we'll have the luxury of sharing with our closest friends and family. Tough life. Honestly, I have more than enough to plan a wedding, I have incredible support in every since of the word, and I just needed to take a deep breath and remove mi cabeza from mi culo (look it up). (And God actually helped me do that last thing.) That's all. And yes--cue cheesy music--what matters in all of this is the person I'm marrying (what's his name again?) and the amazing people I get to share it with (seriously, nothing less than amazing, don't disappoint me). So for now, I'm holding onto my normal stick and doing things that I know best like:

plucking out strand gray hairs from my scalp
squeezing my belly fat
having conversations with inanimate objects
tweeting about having conversations with inanimate objects

Obviously, I'm poised and ready for marriage.

Words_Ack! Why I Suck at Being a Bride

2012-01-16T23:25:00.002-05:00

Last night I had my first wedding dream. Except that it wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare. My reception was in my high school's cafeteria; every table full with hundreds of people. It was completely quiet and I was in a panic, realizing Robbe and I had forgotten to put the music list together. I quickly hooked up his iPod and put it on "shuffle" and delegated the rest of its fate to a bridesmaid. During the reception, I was still assembling ideas and decorations for our photo booth background and laying out the logistics of how I was going to get it done in my head. I remember telling myself that it was going to be OK. Even in my dreams I'm stupid.

Obviously, this illusion is a painful revelation of my current mental state. I'm in a bit of a panic planning one of the biggest moments that will happen in my life. I keep waiting for the moment when I'm supposed to feel what I think all brides are supposed to feel... that euphoric seamless happiness that makes wedding planning so wonderful and easy. However, I've come to the very sobering reality that I actually suck at all of this. I suck at being euphoric and happy. I suck at decision-making and figuring out the logistics of one day. I suck at being thankful for the monetary resources I have; instead I cringe at the unreal amount of money that is being spent on a five-hour day. I suck at delegating and compromise. I suck at simply enjoying even the simplest things. Everything is a weight. The things that are supposed to be fun aren't fun because it requires me to make an absolute decision that can't be solved by just looking at a magazine. For me, it's a creative process that can't be forced and I've never had to make so many huge detailed decisions that inevitably intertwine with each other all at once. I hate that I'm so overly thoughtful about it yet how can I not be?

I burn with jealousy at fellow brides who, when asked how wedding planning is going, they emanate this ethereal drunken glow and cheerfully reflect on how wonderful the process is going. Their impassioned excitement is like a thousand knives piercing my face which is in an unfortunate frozen squint of a fake smile, wishing with all my heart that I could "put them in a headlock with my eyes" (credit: Mandy). Why is it effortless for some people and for others it's more of a burden? Am I not cut out for planning something of my own on such a large scale? Am I a controlling ungrateful bridezilla? Should the solution be that I just be drunk from here on out? I feel like I'm missing everything wonderful about planning a wedding. Or is everything wonderful really a hoax? Am I just being a realist?

I know this wedding isn't about the theme or the food or the favors or the dresses; I know it's about me and Robbe and the life we're going to share together for the rest of our lives. I hate that I get caught up in the stress of it all but it seems unavoidable. I wish I could enjoy this time instead of responding with "This is so dumb" whenever I finalize another wedding decision. Even as I'm writing this, I'm rolling my eyes at how sad and ridiculous this post is; it's an entire page devoted to me whining about an amazing day devoted to me and my future husband. Someone please put me in a headlock, STAT. Until then, my mind will be set on this...

Photos_2012

2012-01-05T23:24:00.000-05:00

Friends

plus fireworks

equals a Happy 2012.

Words_2012

2011-12-29T22:19:00.000-05:00

Aye, 2012 be around thee corner. (Pirate talk intros... are they ever cool?)

Back in the olden days, my dear friend Ashleigh and I would rendezvous at Barnes and Noble (there's no "s" on "Noble" people) days before the new year and write out our wishful resolutions on tiny pieces of paper. That piece of paper would get folded neatly in my wallet and sadly become long forgotten until I emptied my purse looking for a Starbucks gift card with .80 cents left on it.

In the last few years, I've resorted to blogging about my hopes for the pending year but haven't held myself to anything terribly specific. Today, as I was thinking about all the millions of things I have to do, I built myself a tidy list of fairly actionable goals/thoughts to look forward to as 2012 lingers around the corner.

Here is what I jotted down:

Financial Peace University - Dave Ramsey is a financial consultant, author and well known radio personality. He experienced bankruptcy and financial debt at a young age due to the mishandling of his money but rebuilt his business and life to enormous success based on a rigid financial plan. Robbe and I are planning to go through the program next month which is taught at various churches across the country to learn how to manage and save money and kick the debt in our lives, especially as we're about to join forces. You can learn more about the 13-week course here.
Wedding-a-Week Countdown - There are 22 weeks left before I get married and there is still a lot to be done. I'm hoping that I'm able to commit myself to nailing down the remaining details, delegated in detail within those 22 weeks, so that when June 2 comes, I'm not bald and look like an aged turtle from stress.
The Urge to Purge - I love getting rid of stuff. The fewer things I have, the better! I've lived at my current place for almost three years and for those almost three years, my stuff has been accumulating in our garage. I'm hoping to karate chop it or move it with me but the thought of going through everything is a little daunting. Target date: Spring when it's warmer to sift through everything.
Question a Day Book - My friend Mandy gave me a book for my 30th birthday where you answer a different question everyday. It chronicles your answers for five years so you answer the same question that you did the year before on that particular day. The book is around $17 or you can download the app as well. More info here.
To babysit or not to babysit, that is the question- I have six nieces and nephews and I always have a blast with them when I babysit. Usually our time spent together consists of dance parties, lots of hide-and-go-seek, charades, and watching TV. I'd like to make my time more meaningful with them like teaching them a craft or even, dare I say it, something educational--but fun! Of course. I know this runs this risk of toppling my "cool" status but in the end, I know it'd be worth it. Now I just need to figure out how to make uncool stuff cool. Hm...
Shut Up! Time - Our culture is so incredibly noisy. I don't know how to be still anymore. Even being still is distracting sometimes. I'd like to attempt to be alone, perhaps read a book or a magazine or the newspaper or just be completely quiet without feeling guilty or thinking I'm being wasteful with my time.

My turn is up. You?

Words_2011

2011-12-28T01:07:00.000-05:00

Well, 2011, it's been quite a year. You delivered:

an earthquake
a hurricane
the season finale of FNL
one of my best friend's weddings
a 30th birthdaycation (during said earthquake and hurricane)
the O's ousting the Red Sox from the playoffs
an always memorable trip to NYC
Bon Iver, Jay-Z and Kanye in concerto
the Ravens beating the Steelers not once but twice
me nearly losing my mind at work
the amazing Breaking Bad series

This time last year I was location-shopping for wedding venues. Presently, I've nailed down the who, what, where, and why but still need to make decisions about: wear, how, and how, wear.

The concept of marriage is still sinking in. I'm not sure how long it takes to really settle into your psyche but I can only imagine it's in a moment of realistic disenchantment when you realize that the person you love farts unintentionally on you while sleeping (and vice versa) or snores so loudly it deprives you of sleep (purely hypothetical, I promise I'm not implicating Robbe). And the unintentional (or maybe intentional) farting and snoring is well, forever. Forrreverrrrrrrrrr (source: Sandlot). It's a daunting feeling when I really think about marriage as an isolated concept without the emotional attachment of a spouse. It changes every single thing about your life and you have to learn to function as a unit instead of independently whether you like it or not. Sure you can still be independent, but for the most part, you are half of a greater whole. It's an amazing responsibility and I'm not sure people realize what a deep commitment it is to say to someone, no matter what happens, I'm still going to stand by you and love you even after the honeymoon phase is over and we're poor and tired and fat and balding and the cute jokes that once worked don't work anymore. And then throw kids into the picture? Commitment just got real. I'm not trying to depress the idea of marriage. Again, the idea of marriage void of Robbe is overwhelming to me. But the idea of marriage with Robbe is exciting and humbling; a little overwhelming but manageable because I have my best friend and love at my side.

Halfway into 2012, I'll become Mrs. Reddinger. I think I've had a pretty good run as Kimi Raspa. I've done mostly average things but not short of a few exciting things sprinkled here and there. I think one of the things I've cherished in all of this time is the friendships I've made and the depth they've yielded throughout the last 10-15 years. I look forward to all the friendships Robbe and I will forge together in the next few months of life, mixing old with the new.

Happy early 2012 and Auld Lang Syne.

Words_Channeling Jo March

2011-11-19T14:47:00.001-05:00

I just read today that Louisa May Alcott didn't write Little Women until she was 35. I also read that you can visit and tour her Orchard House in Concord, Massachusetts. I also read that you can have a Little Women birthday party.

I die.

Words_What the What?

2011-11-15T22:51:00.001-05:00

I found out as recently as a few days ago that this entire time I've known Robbe, his name "Robbe" is meant to be pronounced: Rob-ee. I've been spelling it with a 'y' this entire time to reference "Robbey." Seven years, people. Just finding that out now. Maybe it's an obvious assumption; maybe it's not.
And who could forget how I mispronounced his last name for a good year or so when I first started dating him. But I feel that may pale in comparison to this misstep. So to sum up, we're engaged and I'm planning on taking on an entirely new name that I just learned how to pronounce. I'm beginning to think I'm actually a mail-order bride.

Words_Fall Week

2011-09-23T22:56:00.001-04:00

This week:

I've been officially Google Voiced (saved $18 on my plan so far).

Over dinner, Robbey asked me: "When do I start referring to you as a 'woman'?"

I watched Up All Night with Christine Applegate and Will Arnett and loved it! How do I get them to be my best friends?

I poured through some old blog entries from Xanga and hold everyone who read and encouraged my "humorous writing" entirely responsible for all my shameful, unfunny, ridiculous ghettospeak nonsense. I better not look back on these Blogger posts and retreat into a humiliating hole in the ground either, folks.

So grateful for the weekend and a Saturday to sleep in.

Happy Fall, ya'll.

Videos_Whiffle Me This

2011-09-22T23:06:00.002-04:00

Robbey joined a whiffle ball league.
His walk out song?

My walk out song.

My walk out inspiration.

Speaking of walk outs, here is our wedding reception walk out inspiration.
(I think it's obvious that I'd be Kanye and Robbey would be Jay-Z.)

Get More: 2011 VMA, Music, JAY Z and Kanye West

Drawing_How I feel most of the time

2011-09-21T23:49:00.000-04:00

Words & Photos_High-Five Tuesday

2011-09-20T22:26:00.001-04:00

1. Deeply encouraged and moved by this today, although the original hard copy version maintains the older language which, to me, is richer and more meaningful. Nonetheless, these words spoke to me:

The true expression of Christian character is not in good-doing, but in God-likeness. If the Spirit of God has transformed you within, you will exhibit divine characteristics in your life, not just good human characteristics. God’s life in us expresses itself as God’s life, not as human life trying to be godly. The secret of a Christian’s life is that the supernatural becomes natural in him as a result of the grace of God, and the experience of this becomes evident in the practical, everyday details of life, not in times of intimate fellowship with God.

2. I follow a friend of a friend on Twitter who does who-knows-what in NYC. All I know is that she can tweet disgustingly amazing things like this: http://instagr.am/p/NqlWo/ Jealous doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.

3. Robbey and I have started working on our wedding site (puke? I know) and I must say, it is really adorable. It also reaffirms one of the many reasons I love Robbey in the way he writes, both humorously and poetically, especially about the people he loves.

4. Excited for a Nashville wedding next week and being a part of Robbe reuniting with some of his closest friends. In other news, can someone find me a cute dress to wear, please? Marchesa?

5. Has anyone ever bought a wedding dress or know someone who has bought a used/preowned wedding dress online? If so, let a homegirl know, please!

Videos_Emmys Recap

2011-09-19T23:01:00.000-04:00

Just in case you missed it.

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!!!

Sally Draper, Mad Men

Most Adorable Tear Jerker of an Acceptance Speech: Melissa McCarthy

Words_Ghetto Emmys

2011-09-18T23:03:00.000-04:00

I came home to an occupied TV which means I had to watch the Emmys online... or so I thought. I thought the Emmys was streaming the entire show on their website but it really was all backstage coverage. It's like getting locked out of a VIP party and having to catch glimpses of it when someone comes in and out the door.

My only saving grace was comedian Michael Kosta who hosted all the backstage shenanigans (11 backstage cameras including the green room, a Thank You cam, main stage, press room, winner's room...etc.) and turned my frown upside down with his consistently incorrect celebrity identifications, butchering of celebrity names, his professed love for Friday Night Lights, and poking fun at not only all the actors but his colleagues (stage crew, producers, backstage directors).

Here are some of my favorite highlights:

On the green room: "I love watching all the actors completely disregard each other."
"There's a black person with a camera."
"That was an opportunity for the crew to laugh but instead.... no one did anything. And now I feel awkward inside."
"There's Sofia Vergara walking by and she's saying, 'I want to make love to you Michael.' Did you hear that? Can we rewind the tape?"
"Turtle finally showed up proving that slow and steady wins the race. I'm sorry..."
Peter Dinklage's speech to the Thank You cam: "This is heavy." (Referring to the Emmy.)
Michael: "Peter Dinklage keeps it short as usual."
"You can tell which camera is the Roaming Cam because you'll want to vomit everywhere."
On Margo Martindale's Thank You cam speech: "Don't you want to ask her to make you some pecan pie?"
"There's LL Cool J... oh sorry, that's the wrong camera. That's not LL Cool J, that's a white balding man; much different. We went from LL Cool J to LL Bean."
"These kind of sound like adult films: "Too Big To Fail", "Sherlock, A Study in Pink Masterpiece", "Mildred Pierce"... that doesn't sound too bad... and "Good Ol' Downtown Abbey".
On watching Hugh Laurie in the Green Room: "Stars are just like us, I believe he just burped. We're getting some confirmation on that."
"There's Amy Poehler. I sat next to her on a plane one time and she was very nice. Does she remember? Maybe mostly. She slept the whole time, but I tweeted 13 pictures of her sound asleep."
"I'm going to ask Pat (producer) to help me with identifying these actors. Pat just told me 'No one in the world knows who that guy is'; I'm sure that makes that guy's parents feel good."
"William J. Macy looks looks like a caveman managing a TGI Fridays."
"There's Gwenyth Paltrow and her brother. Is that not her brother? They kind of look alike. I don't think that's her brother. It's gonna be weird when they french kiss."
"I've slowly won our crowd over. Frank has fake laughed 60 times."
"This is Joel McHale and a shadowy figure."

I love you Michael Kosta but I vote for Josh Sorokach to host or co-host next year.

Words & Photos_Done-zo

2011-09-17T16:39:00.000-04:00

We did it! After nearly a year of being engaged, Robbey and I finally had our engagement/save the date photos done by the lovely, ever patient, ever talented Misie; my dear friend, bridesmaid, and photographer extraordinaire. Can't wait to finally have some photos of Robbe and I together that aren't of me trying to pick his nose (but I can still do that, right).

Until then...

Videos_U-S-A!

2011-09-16T00:15:00.000-04:00

Scored free tickets to the Ravens/Steelers game this past week courtesy of my sister-in-law and her ridiculous hook-ups. Thank goodness Robbe is a Steelers fan; otherwise I'm not sure if I would have made it to the guest list. Whether or not you're a Ravens fan, this pre-game taps performance and unraveling of the American flag with a stadium of 70,000+ people chanting U-S-A was pretty amazing to say the least.

Happy Purple Friday!

Ravens vs. Steelers Pre-game - Taps from Kimi on Vimeo.

Words & Video_Happy! Surprise! Love!

2011-09-15T22:15:00.000-04:00

Today was quite a day. I threw not one but two birthday surprises for Robbey, all prepared seconds beforehand.

Surprise #1
I'm in my kitchen. I send a text to Robbey: "What's your ETA?" His responds: "Five minutes." I continue to put dishes away when I hear my front door creak open. I immediately leap behind the kitchen counter and wait a few seconds. The moment I see Robbey's head come into view, I jump out from behind the counter and yell, "Surpriiiiiiise!" He's unusually calm for some reason but flashes a wide smile. Was he tipped off? But how could he have been...
"Are you surprised?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says, still cool as a cucumber.
"Well, I got you this--" I pointed to a half eaten chicken sandwich I had just heated in the microwave. "And this--" I picked up an almost empty cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. My eyes land on an almost empty bottle of Diet Coke. "And this, too!"
"Wow, thank you." He says flatly.
"I'm so glad I surprised you," I say. "I mean, I know your birthday's in May but I've been planning this for months now. I was so afraid last night that someone was going to say something and ruin it."
"I can't believe you pulled it off." He says.
"I just love you so much," I say.
He reaches for the Diet Coke bottle.
"Oh wait," I say.
"Can't I have this?" He asks.
"Actually... sorry," I say slowly. "That's my roommate's."

Surprise #2 (A half an hour later than Surprise #1)
Robbe takes a shower. I vacuum my room. I hear him turn the water off and open the door for air. I nearly close my door and turn off the lights, waiting expectantly for him to walk in.

This is what happened (skip to 0:11 seconds)

If you didn't know what love was, well, now you know.

Photos_A Photo For Your Thoughts

2011-09-03T10:28:00.003-04:00

Hurricane Weekend // Family dinner // Dirty Thirties Family Vacation

Words_Here and Now

2011-08-18T21:53:00.001-04:00

This Friday, my oldest niece turns eight. I asked my sister-in-law (her mom) for some birthday gift ideas. After some thought, she replied: "Gift cards." Yes, gift cards. For an eight-year-old. What happened to jelly shoes, slap bracelets and Jem and the Hologram trading cards?

Next week, I (finally!) take a five-day vacation with some of my oldest, dearest friends. We have miraculously coordinated an unprecedented group vacation to commemorate each of us turning 30 by the end of the year. How funny to think I'll be in a house surrounded by people who have been in my life as far back as 17 years. My, how we've grown!

I wish I was getting married tomorrow. Instead, I'm getting married in less than ten months. That is hardly tomorrow.

Starting over is a delicate wound that heals slowly with constant attention and care. My mom and I have started over after many years apart. She is love and forgiveness. I am unworthy but I am free.

I am Jo March. Writing is all I really know how to do. My ridiculous and at times nonsensical semi-humorous stories are her mystery vampires and 'The Sinners Corpse'. I am searching, praying, understanding, hoping for opportunities to grow and truly write from the soul.

Life is but a breath. And I hope to reflect on these times as stepping stones to something much more meaningful and transforming. I want to be OK with living lightly and modestly, I want to learn how to truly give and then give some more; I want to be more concerned with other people and their needs than with myself; I want to share the amazing things God does in my life without feeling stifled; I want to live as if I'm just here, passing by.

Words_August Tenth

2011-08-10T23:02:00.003-04:00

It is nearly the end. We are sitting side by side, elbows planted like stems sprouting from the width of the bar. I drink a seven and seven; he orders a Guinness. He plunges right into the unknowns, as if returning to a conversation we had derailed from because of an interruption. He unleashes a surprising peek of what tomorrow might look like; and the next day, and the next year, and the next ten years. It's difficult to really hear it for what it is: bittersweet, transparent, and promising. He is a million things all at once and I am humbled, honored, and rescued. I close out our tab. We drive to his car. It is the end now. We say 'I love you' and kiss goodbye with as much meaning that three weeks apart could possibly mean. He disappears into his car and I am alone in a haze of wonder and tempered excitement. He is the sound of the unlocking and lift away.

Videos_Bon Iver

2011-08-03T14:35:00.011-04:00

Can't think of a better way to start off August.
From Bon Iver's sold out August 1, 2011 show at 930 Club, DC.
Favorite song. Favorite lyrics: "This is not the sound of a new man, or a crispy realization. It's the sound of the unlocking and lift away. Your love will be...safe with me."
Hats off to the iPhone for impressive sound recording.

Bon Iver at 930 Club from Kimi on Vimeo.

"Hinnom, TX" snippet

Applause

Words & Photos_What I Made This Week

2011-07-25T23:10:00.003-04:00

Birthday Royalty

Last Wednesday was Misie's 30th birthday. (Hip hip hooray! Repeat 30 times. No more, no less.) So it only seemed appropriate to make her a crown of celebration. Any fans of 13 Going on 30?

I feel like birthday crowns are coming back strong. And by 'coming back strong' I mean, 'just starting to get popular.' And by 'just starting to get popular', I mean 'I want them to start getting popular.' They're such fun gifts that allow you to get as creative as you want with them. They're great for people of all ages and they're pretty easy to make. (Tools: poster board, markers, scissors, X-acto knife)

So many more crowns to come...

P.S. Note in the photo below that she looks no older than 18.

Step 1: Sketch out words

Step 2: Color it in (why do I sound like I'm instructing a project for a 5 year old)

Step 3: Cut out white space to your liking

Step 4: Adorn the birthday girl with her crown of glory

About to Get Lawyered

My dear friend Mandy is taking the bar To. Mor. Row. And the next day. Annnd the next day. (Cue funeral music.) So it only made sense that a crate of encouragement was in order. For your crafters, I bought the crate at Michaels ($4) which is a great way to package an assortment of gifts and personalize, too, as seen below. Disregard the inside jokes for now (Lungoo/Jungoo, boss references, etc).

Every anxiety-induced, over achiever law student needs a little something to keep them going...

Like a paper string of flamingos, a water gun to substitute as a real gun, a notebook for cheating, and the beloved Starbucks gift card.

And 5 hour energy, duh.

Peanuts mug featuring Lucy, duh.

Photos_Art(scape)

2011-07-18T23:30:00.007-04:00

This past weekend, Robbey picked up some original art from a vendor at Artscape in Baltimore--Jaime Zollars to be exact. This is one piece but photographed separately below for clarity, 16x10, thereabouts.

This piece is a size of a CD album cover. I think everyone needs a tree full of birds in their present or future home, don't you agree?

Well done, Robbey. Can't wait to frame these and get them on the wall.

Photos & Words_Channeling Your Inner Fieryonce

2011-07-11T23:44:00.007-04:00

So. You know when you make a shopping list like:

work clothes
large envelopes
wrapper paper (bridal shower)
summer shoes
jeans!
birthday card

And then you narrow it down to what you absolutely most positively need like:

WORK CLOTHES

And then you check your watch, throw on some comfy clothes that you can easily get in and out of ("boinggg" said every man's ding dong), and most importantly, slip into a pair of flip flops to allow easy outfit transitions without the burden of high maintenance strappy or shoe-laced shoes. And then you get to the store and try try try to focus on work clothes, work clothes, work clothes, but all you can see is cute shoes, cute shirt, cute-anything-but-work-clothes. And then you spend hours sorting through outfits and shoes that have nothing to do with work and then...well...this happens:

I luh-huv these shoes (TJMAXX, $25). That's a hyphenated nonsense word. Sound it out though. I think I'll only last in them for no more than 30 minutes but wow, that's going to be some 30 minutes.

Annnnd this:

These don't look that exciting here, I know. But I think they're a fairly practical buy. Not too wild. A bit clunky. But will go great with a flowy skirt or skinny jeans. I'm officially excited. Thank you, Franco Sarto (Marshalls, $32).

And well, these...

Clearance. Guess. That's the brand not a command. But did you guess anyway? How about $15? Because that's how much they were. They are my fieryonce shoes. That's fierce and Beyonce put together. They look great on, however it's a bit hard to walk in them and look like a normal person. They're unsteady due to that mini-stake of a heel and there's no strap to anchor me down to give me a good stride. Therefore, I resign myself to walking like a fancy cowgirl. A fancy cowgirl who loves sitting down and not walking around for any more than 10.5 minutes. I just reconciled with myself that I'll probably embarrass myself pretty good in these shoes. That baby heel will either snap off or get caught on a stray trash bag floating by. And yes, I'll go down like a chimney. But at least my feet will look fieryonce.

And that's the story of how I went shopping for work clothes and returned home with shoes instead. Don't worry; I cried, too.

Words & Photos_Movie Love

2011-07-10T00:15:00.009-04:00

Well, it'll make you laugh, cry, question how you love, why you love, fear your parents dying, fear being alone, re-evaluate your relationship handicaps, remember what love is and the moments that defined it for you, and wish wish wish you had a devoted adorable dog who could communicate with you.

Watch trailer

Listen to NPR's interview w/ writer & director Mike Mills