Blogs Are Stupid

Doesn't anyone believe in Dear Diary anymore? What happened to the joy of putting actual pen to paper? And why does every ordinary Jane and John think they can write well enough to burden the world with their scribblings? It’s a mystery that badly needs solving. My first entry contains my thoughts about blogging and will set your expectations. The rest will probably be stream of consciousness garbage, much like you’ll find on any other blog. Perhaps we will both come away enlightened.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

A Shoe In

Husband works for a small, but very successful dot com. The founding fathers started the company in a basement office. The three of them built the business into a surprisingly lucrative enterprise and several years later sold it at a HUGE profit. All three now enjoy a lifestyle few of us can ever hope to experience.

One of them has stayed on as CEO, and since it is a small, intimate group of people, we are uniquely privvy to just how fantastically wealthy he is. He often hosts barbecues at his home, he invites the guys to fish at his palace cabin in the North Georgia Mountains, and every year during the holidays, he treats the entire staff to a lavish formal Christmas party at his own expense. It must cost him thousands.

During Husband's tenure there, we have been to Ray's on the River, Boi Na Braza Steakhouse, Emeril's, The Crowne Plaza , The Horseradish Grille and two other places I can't remember for the life of me.

I really look forward to these parties. As a Stay at Home Mom, I don't get many opportunities to dress up and rub elbows with the haute monde. I don't often get to converse with folks who have more on their mind than carpool and PTA. It's fun to shed my blue jeans and tennies to get dressed up and feel glamorous. It's fun to pretend that we are one of the Buckhead elite; the wealthy, the privileged. And it's an illusion that I can usually perpetrate pretty successfully, even if I have to pretend really hard to convince myself we are driving a Lexus instead of a Windstar. At least I don't have to worry about the Valet taking it out for a joyride.

Every year, I search for just the right dress. Since I am much smaller on the top than on the bottom, it can be a challenge. But it's one I enjoy, since it's the only time of the year that I have the luxury of spending as much as I want on an outfit. Well, as much as I want meaning, I leave enough in the checking account to pay the mortgage and feed the children until payday.

I'm pretty resourceful, and I can usually put together a stylish outfit including jewelry, handbag and shoes for very little money. After the first couple of years, I amassed enough rotating stock that I don't really need to buy shoes and handbags anymore. I have black, I have red, I have gold, so I can alternate accordingly. A couple years ago, my mother gave me a set of antique mourning jewelry made of real jet that belonged to my paternal grandmother. She had scads and scads of beautiful jewelry, some of it genuine, and some of it costume. But even the costume jewelry was high quality. The design of this set is one of such timeless elegance, that it compliments literally any outfit. I wear it quite often. And I have shawls and throws and shrugs aplenty.

This year I decided not to buy a new dress. Last year, after losing 50 lbs, I bought an outfit in a size I hadn't worn since before I got married. Unfortunately, I have not been very vigilant and some of those pesky pounds have stealthily deposited themselves back onto my hips and thighs. But I have vowed that they will not stay there, so I refuse to acknowledge their permanence by buying a larger size. I've unearthed one of the outfits I wore the first year, and I'll just hope nobody remembers it. Husband snickers at this. Though he never says a word about me buying a new outfit each year, he does wonder why it's necessary. He, and most of the men, wear the same suit year after year and simply buy a new tie. They don't understand that this is just not acceptable for the women.

So, anyway, I have not been shopping for an outfit. But it's some kind of cosmic rule I guess, that one finds all kinds of gorgeous things that fit beautifully when one is not frantically searching for such. Foolishly, I tried on several things yesterday after happening upon them while shopping for pajamas for my sister. But despite the fact that they complimented my pear shaped hourglass figure and did not cling, bind, or sag anywhere, I maintained my resolve. I put them back on the rack, telling myself that it wasn't worth the money, since I would be too small next year to wear it again.

After that, I wandered into the shoe store on impulse, which is really not like me. I have large, square, flintstone feet, so shoe shopping has never really held any magic for me. Most everything that suits my taste is too narrow to accomodate my extraordinarily wide feet and perfectly uniform length toes. And if, by some chance, they do happen to fit, it often appears to me as if an elephant has tried to don ballet slippers. I usually opt for shoes that show as little of my foot as possible. No strappy barely there evening sandals for me. SIGH.

I found a few pairs of pretty satin slingbacks, and some 40's inspired ankle strap numbers, all with appropriately closed toes. I tried them on and was quite pleased with the results, when two other pairs caught my eye. They were the antithesis of any shoe I would ever deem suitable for my porcine hooves, but I couldn't resist. This pair might seem tacky at first glance, but upon my foot, they looked magical. I slipped one on, and miraculously, it fit. Even more miraculously, my foot appeared...dainty. I felt like Cinderella must have when her foot slid effortlessly into the glass slipper. Encouraged, I tried on the other pair.

Like the first pair, they fit amazingly well and made my foot look...not gargantuan. But they were even more beautiful, more magical, more sparkly, more feminine and just....perfect.

I realized then that these shoes would be going home with me. I could argue, bargain, threaten and cajole, but I would not be able to talk myself out of buying this gorgeous, frivilous, wholly feminine pair of shoes. Not only do they fit and flatter, but the rhinstone detail matches the buttons on the white satin blouse I will be wearing. How could I say no?

I brought them home and managed to look shamefaced in front of Husband. Believe it or not, I've never spent $50 on a pair of shoes, and certainly not for one that will be worn once.

Husband only smirked. Like the drawer full of sparkly eye shadows and lipsticks in every imagineable color, he realizes the shoes were beyond my power to resist. He knows that had he ventured into a Comp USA, Radio Shack or Sharper Image, he would be hard pressed to refuse the siren call of doo dads, gew gaws and gadgetry. We all have our own form of Spiritual Lipstick, right?

It looks like I may have to add shoes to mine.


  • At 5:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Nice shoes dear! I had my eye on a pair of shoes from Anthropologie... they cost $500! Now mind you I would never actually spend $500 on shoes but gawd they were beautiful. $50 for me is steep too.

    So do we get a picture of your actual feet in these shoes? Or are we left using our imagination?

  • At 7:22 PM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    LOL! Well, we'll see. Perhaps when they are properly sandblasted, moisturized and painted.

  • At 8:15 PM, Blogger OhTheJoys said…

    My husband has just accepted that women have some sort of "shoe gene" that men don't have.

  • At 9:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Pleas don't make me confess how many pairs of shoes I have or how much I have paid for them.

    I will say that I do not have any of the huge designer names, nor would I pay those prices.

  • At 10:22 PM, Blogger Amie Adams said…

    We may have been separated at birth. I have the same "peasant" wide, even length toed feet. Though I have NEVER let that stop me from buying the perfect shoes. I love shoes!!!

    Have fun!! I'm sure you'll look stunning!

  • At 12:27 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hoi polloi means common people.

  • At 1:44 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    aww for my feet, closed up shoes make them look horrible.
    haha anw your blog rocks, i look forward to daily posts! :D :D

  • At 6:46 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Shoe shopping is a cheap alternative to therapy.

  • At 7:27 AM, Blogger Blog Antagonist said…

    Anonymous: Thank you! I was thinking haute monde, but typed hoi polloi. I hate it when that happens. 'Preciate the head's up.

  • At 7:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    The north GA mountains are really beautiful, especially in the fall. I didn't enjoy them much while living in Atlanta because I was too busy mothering teens and monitoring the home.

    Buckhead is beautiful, isn't it. But life is always more important on the inside. However, shoes are important,imo. (they have to be comfortable).

  • At 9:15 AM, Blogger Namito said…

    Things always seem to turn up when you're NOT looking for them, don't they?

    Shoes are my kryptonite. I don't like shopping as a rule, but get me into a DSW and it's all over. My eyes become instant targeting devices and go on hyperscan for Italian boots, dress shoes I will hardly if ever wear, and funky casual stomp-around shoes.

    This made me wistful for those days when I could actually BUY the damn things. *sigh*

    Darling shoes, BA!

  • At 10:43 AM, Blogger Karyn said…

    Oh, well, thanks a lot for introducing me to THAT website... like I don't have enough vices...

    They're lovely, btw.

  • At 12:42 PM, Blogger Chicky Chicky Baby said…

    Love the shoes! Love them so much and can't believe they were only 50 bucks a pair. I can see why you bought them, I mean, one could clearly see that they would have jumped out of the boxes and followed you home.

  • At 1:25 PM, Blogger Foofa said…

    $50 on shoes is a bargain for me. I haven't bought a shoe in ages because in the last few years I don't think I have managed to spend less than $100 a pair and that is on a good day. At least they last a long time and my feet don't change size. If they do after i have kids I am in BIG trouble. Those are really cute, I need to stay away from tat site!

  • At 4:56 PM, Blogger Jess Riley said…

    oooh, that party sounds like fun! Will you dish on the blog afterwards? ;)

    And those shoes? Very nice!

  • At 7:28 PM, Blogger Ruth Dynamite said…

    I just love that you called your feet "Flintstone feet." I'm sure they're not, but I can't help the visual of Fred and Barney.

    I'm sure you'll look lovely in whatever you have. Why do we always feel compelled to buy new? (I'm struggling now, with two upcoming parties this weekend and "nothing to wear!")

  • At 8:08 PM, Blogger ewe are here said…

    I have at least a dozen pairs of black sandals. My husband does not understand. I don't understand why he doesn't understand.

    Love the shoes.


  • At 8:49 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Those shoes are BOSS.

  • At 9:38 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I could see the shoes before I saw them --- and they're perfect! Sometimes the "worn once" item has so much value for the symbolism it possesses. You opulence for the evening is your $50 to-be-worn-once strappy sandals --- more valuable than any Lexus, or diamond necklace.

  • At 11:13 PM, Blogger Her Bad Mother said…

    Spiritual lipstick, indeed. Shoes are ideal, because shoes never rebuke your weight, your skin, your hair. Pretty shoes are always pretty shoes - they will always feed your soul. In that shallow way, but still.

  • At 5:24 PM, Blogger Sharon L. Holland said…

    I wear a size 10, and rarely buy shoes, but once-and-only-once I bought a simply beautiful pair of $80 black heels that made me feel sleek and feminine.

    They are gorgeous, they have brought me compliments every time I've worn them, and they are sitting untouched in a box in my closet because I am too afraid to discover that they no longer fit after three heavy, foot-expanding pregnancies. Someday I will get them down again. And then I might cry.


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