I'm a little late in sharing, perhaps, but there will be no installment of Weight Loss Wednesday today. There will be no Weight Loss Wednesday because all the greasy KFC, crappy Jewel cheesecake, melt-in-your-mouth-tender steak tacos, Baker's Square pies, and gooey cheese pizza I consumed over the course of the last six days guarantees a significant gain on the scale, the likes of which I have no desire to become more intimately acquainted. Luke's parents, who are both faithful readers of this blog and therefore well aware of my analog-scale woes, were kind enough to present to me a new scale for Christmas, so I'm holding off on a fitness update until the New Year, allowing me to fully utilize a fat-measuring instrument that won't tack on an extra three pounds to my rolly-polly midsection and maybe even show my face at the Y. Plus, Luke was able to get today off, so we spent last night in Merrillville and I totally forgot about hopping onto the scale until the drive back home, at which point I'd already wolfed down a hot dog and small fry from Portillo's and a chocolate-chip cookie dough Blizzard from Dairy Queen. No way was I sharing numbers with you all after THAT.
However, I will share the fact that I received a holiday bonus from work and it was three point five percent of my salary, which may or may not have played a role in the purchase of five pairs of shoes since Thursday, an act that originated from a simple quest to find the perfect brown boot.
On Wednesday Luke and I tackled the mall in search of new clothing for his parents' post-Christmas/fortieth-wedding-anniversary party, and while I found several darling items from Banana Republic, I left the joint still unsure about what to wear. On the way home I reflected on my favorite gray gaucho pants and a khaki-colored, knee-length corduroy skirt that's been collecting dust in my closet since the spring of 2005 because I normally pair it with a chunky brown turtleneck and sassy brown boots, both of which were no longer in my possession. I got to thinking it was high time to reclaim my right to own a kick-ass pair of brown boots, especially since I was finally able to replace the turtleneck during my shopgasm in the Republic. The next day after work I ventured into the JC Penney branch across the street from my apartment complex and discovered all women's boots were thirty percent off. (These babies were fifty. Bucks. Off. How thrifty am I?)
That explains shoe number one.
...And shoe number two, because it was Christmastime, and my boots were members of the Brown family, and how could I keep family apart at Christmas? Also, buckles! Who doesn't like buckles?
Another Penney's find, discovered in the Merrillville mall the day after Christmas, after deciding my black boots needed updating, too, because the ones I had were super cute but also a half-size too small, which didn't pose to be too much of a problem until Luke and I found ourselves wandering downtown Indianapolis in search of our car after his company Christmas party and the boots and I had to walk the equivalent of ten city blocks. I found four pairs of shoes I liked, including two boots, but these were the only ones available in a nine and they were twenty dollars. I would've been a fool to walk away from that deal, I tell you, a fool, a FOOL!
After another two hours in the mall, during which time Yankee candles, Clinique goodies, and a jumbo Cinnabon were added to our list of credit-card purchases, Luke was eager to check out the DSW that just happened to be on the route back to his parents' house, so determined was he to add a new black boot to my shoe collection. How could I say no? What kind of wife would squelch her husband's dreams and walk away empty-handed?
Just to make sure he knew how much his thoughtfulness meant to me, I bought these, too. Nothing says "I love you" like black patent leather Steve Maddens.
These are the Simple shoes I received for Christmas--a nice contrast to all the heels I'll be sporting for the next eight billion years. Thanks, Santa.
That was way more interesting than a little ole Weight Loss Wednesday update, right?
Holy Cripes friend!! You have great taste in shoes, as always. Bring them all for NYE and we will play dress up. Sant and I can be your Cinderella-ish step-sisters who jam our slightly larger feet into your new digs. On second thought, maybe we will just drink a lot. Ha!
Posted by: Molly | December 28, 2006 at 12:25 AM
I am totally greeeeen with envy. Oh how I love shoes.
Posted by: Silly Hily | December 28, 2006 at 10:16 AM
Oh my gosh, those shoes are awesome! I want them all! I will say that those shoes are way more fun than weight loss right after the holidays. Who wants to weigh themselves after Christmas and right before New Years?? Maybe wait a week or two. If you only knew how much I've eatten. It is possible I have you beat.
Posted by: Lindsey | December 28, 2006 at 10:20 AM
Oh, I love posts like this. I can live through you! Awesome shoes. So pretty. And even prettier that they were on sale.
(I just got a new pair of RED patent leather Steve Madden's a few weeks ago and I love them so very much.)
Now, let's see you wearing the shoes with their perfect outfits!
Posted by: Isabel | December 28, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Nice shoes. I too was going to say to bring a pair or 2 for New Years Eve. I am not staying overnight, but may just take a pair home with me anyhow! The last pair look really comfy!
Posted by: jenabeeb | December 28, 2006 at 11:10 AM
Oooohh, very nice. LOVE all your new shoes. You've got excellent taste!
Posted by: Fraulein N | December 28, 2006 at 12:35 PM
Shoes are just like toys and/or tools. One never has too many. They do the job and help you march into the future.
Posted by: daddy d | December 28, 2006 at 10:08 PM
1. You have incredible taste in shoes. I shall live vicariously through you.
2. You can EAT. And I LOVE you for that. :)
Posted by: Stacey | December 29, 2006 at 11:11 PM