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Yes, sir, that's my baby!
Apr. 18th, 2006 08:19 pmThe twins visted the office today: two paranoid-looking babies, thirteen squealing women, one indifferent male editor, one retired greyhound, and me. Sarah is older, bigger, and phlegmatic. Amy is smaller, fussy, and constantly overstimulated. Seeing the look on some of those women's faces made me sad. Seeing my boss with a baby was a revelation. If she could quit her job and just take care of babies, she would probably be a happy woman.
In other news, I just blew my tax return on three expensive pairs of shoes, including these beauties (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdn shield your eyes) that muphf once told me were hot. I've been eyeing these for two years, and I told myself if they ever went under $100 that I would buy them. Of course, they may not fit, but I don't really need them anyway, I WANT them.
Also, a pair of high heeled clogs with hardware to replace the ones I've been wearing since high school. (vyrin did you know that Chris Cooper frequently used to wear my clogs to rounds?)
And a pair of sandals, which I'm not linking to, because I haven't made up my mine and don't want to jonah them.
I still want a pair of trampy disco slides with leopard print or something loud. And a pair of cheap-o gladiator sandals, to go with the indigo tunic dress slit-up-to-there I haven't bought yet. Oh yes, and new hiking boots. The insides of my wandering shoes have become outsides.
I'm not really a shoe person, but like most women I am heartened by the fact that my feet don't change shape and size as readily as the rest of my body, and that I can usually find something that fits without having to sacrifice style. This is my first foray into the return to the shopping world. I hate shopping, but I have a lot of it to do. Nothing fits anymore, everything's worn out, and I'm changing.
In other news: Rosebud called and said, "Of course I won't put you two in the same room, you dumbass" (I'm paraphrasing) about the Other Bridesmaid problem.
And the crabapple tree has bloomed, signaling something good I'm sure. (Beauty being its own excuse and all.)
In other news, I just blew my tax return on three expensive pairs of shoes, including these beauties (
sdn shield your eyes) that muphf once told me were hot. I've been eyeing these for two years, and I told myself if they ever went under $100 that I would buy them. Of course, they may not fit, but I don't really need them anyway, I WANT them.Also, a pair of high heeled clogs with hardware to replace the ones I've been wearing since high school. (
vyrin did you know that Chris Cooper frequently used to wear my clogs to rounds?) And a pair of sandals, which I'm not linking to, because I haven't made up my mine and don't want to jonah them.
I still want a pair of trampy disco slides with leopard print or something loud. And a pair of cheap-o gladiator sandals, to go with the indigo tunic dress slit-up-to-there I haven't bought yet. Oh yes, and new hiking boots. The insides of my wandering shoes have become outsides.
I'm not really a shoe person, but like most women I am heartened by the fact that my feet don't change shape and size as readily as the rest of my body, and that I can usually find something that fits without having to sacrifice style. This is my first foray into the return to the shopping world. I hate shopping, but I have a lot of it to do. Nothing fits anymore, everything's worn out, and I'm changing.
In other news: Rosebud called and said, "Of course I won't put you two in the same room, you dumbass" (I'm paraphrasing) about the Other Bridesmaid problem.
And the crabapple tree has bloomed, signaling something good I'm sure. (Beauty being its own excuse and all.)
