Aaaaah, yes... Summer's Eve.
You know— That awkward moment when it's time to buy a SWIMSUIT and be nekkid on purpose...
What is it about those very last few magical months weeks days MILLISECONDS before summer strikes that motivates us so? LOL.
Summer's Eve-rs, I salute you. Procrastination at it's finest.
*Cues Rocky theme music* #EyeoftheTiger
If I were a shoe, I'd be this one.
...And I would make you my fashion slave.
And you would wear me to work, party, church, to the grocery store, to the gym until your arches collapsed, your toes curled up and you crawled home on your knees & elbows and wore them to bed... And then you'd get up the next day and do it again. And again. And again. And. you. would. love. it.
No, I'm serious. This shoe is ev-er-yyyy-THANG. As in, this shoe should have it's own Twitter account. And a talk show... "The Shoe". And then this shoe should go on to star in a movie of the same name opposite Will Smith and Brad Pitt.
And speaking of movies.....
[unedited photo via Fascination With Fear]
Forget the "Wizard" AND those bedazzled orthopedic kitten-heel loafers she originally wore—— Dorothy would've kicked that Wicked Witch's raggedy green, fashion-challenged azz over these ruby slippers. The Wizard of Oz would've easily been a 15-minute short film.
Ladies, am I lying? But I digress...
Patricia Field Boutique, you are WINNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And like I said...lucky for all of you that I wasn't born a shoe.
I've always hated walking to the #6 train in that direction. Ok, maybe not so much the walk itself as much as passing through the dark, dreaded, stank underpass/tunnel thang when I went that way. Any other day I’d sigh and stop just at the edge of said underpass/tunnel thang, frowning and squinting… Next, I’d take a super deep (dramatic) breath, holding it carefully in my puffed-out to maximum capacity cheeks (looking straight up like Dizzy Gillespie)... and then do a running skip-hop-hurry-scurry-dash-hurdle-hop right on through it! It was only about 20-25 steps from one side to the other, and even LESS on a good day. Or roughly 10-15 seconds on a Chuck'ed tiptoe (which double as perfect pointe shoes, if you didn't know). My reward for the challenge? A $2.50 MTA escape to whatever freedom awaited on the other side of that jarring stench of a moldy, fossilized pee smell (and other unspeakable nighttime secrets that were smeared into the DNA of those tunnel walls). But I was in NO kinda run-skip-hop-hurry-scurry-dash-hurdle-hoppin' mood that day...
I know this may sound a bit over-the-top... but some mornings as I wake up and start to make breakfast I get a little teary-eyed, just because I AM SO HAPPY TO BE ALIVE. For some periods of my life, I can vividly remember (going to bed and) waking up teary-eyed every morning for a much different reason...]]>
This post is brought to you from the pillowy bosoms of a feeling called Clarity, courtesy of my current 10-day fast…. I’m on the end of Day 5!!!!!! *wild, roaring applause*
I’m in NO WAY trying to paint myself as an expert at this; only just started doing fasts a couple of years ago to break through some mental & emotional blocks, gain some discipline and improve my health. Before I got the hang of it, I'd always start off with good intentions; serious, determined, fired-up, even. But no matter how well I started, somewhere between the first and third days all hell would break loose. My mind would become chaotic, I would start to panic, contemplate giving up, and then the whole damned fast would start to look a little something like this picture, lol…]]>
Over the last few days, I've been surrounded by other people's greatness and the great news and happenings that tend to come along with it!]]>
Listen.... you can call me a whole lot of things.. but after yesterday, WIMP certainly ain't one of them.]]>
Remember that braggadocious "NERDLIFE!!!" post I did just a little over a week long ago? (._.) Well...kinda looks like that whole reading, writing, researchin', mouse-totin', laptop-slangin' life of danger has landed me in a whole HEAP o' trouble...
For the past few weeks I had been experiencing some weird pains in my shoulder, hands and wrists as a result of my obsessive excessive nerding (and weird sleep positions). I posted this on Facebook almost two weks ago, laughing it off. Well kinda. I was only laughing to keep from crying...
And then I wasn't laughing at all.
I woke up last Friday, a bit more in pain than before, and jumped online for just a few minutes to check my email. Out of the clear blue, my ENTIRE LEFT ARM-- from shoulder to fingertips-- went COMPLETELY NUMB!!!! I PANICKED like you wouldn't believe!!!! Like, I ran around in the living room in semi-circles, made snow angels on the hardwood floor, punched myself with the other arm trying to "make it come back alive", did about 5 minutes of ugly cry/wall-slide combinations, and then crawled back over to my cell phone and called the doctor, who summoned me in immediately.
An hour later, doctor is like, "Umm.. dear. You have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome."
And I was like,