The sun is up...

And the boots are more teal green than petrol blue.

Still unsure how one feels about that...

Or what one is going to wear them with...

Not that the last one can't be overcome...

Women all over the world have worked with less :D


*The colour in this picture is still not quite right

Squeee...

The boots arrived and they fit. They are a little longer than one would have preferred, but as they are for under a skirt it is no biggie. Of course one can't actually see what colour they are... every bloody energy saving bulb in this place casts a yellowish glow. Even the daylight fluoro in the quilting lamp makes it impossible to tell.

And so we wait until tomorrow...

But they fit :D

Yeah there might definitely be a problem

Perusing around the net one found the hottest white sandals. This was of course after declaring no white shoes, in spite of the fact they are going to be on trend for this summer.  The anti white shoe stance is very simple; with white shoes you need a white bag and well, yeah not really a white bag kinda girl. Then of course you come to the real problem. You need clothes to go with white shoes and as they say therein lays the rub.

See some people can wear white clothes. Personally one is a walking disaster area with drips and spills and smudges. It's the trouble with big boobs, they are natural food catchers and frankly one has a tendency to plop down on seats without checking them first. In spite of this knowledge, one did eye off some white jeans with a mild sense of longing. In fact one even managed to consume a burger for lunch without getting burger juice on the pale grey t-shirt one was wearing. A feat might one add that He did not achieve.

It was a small victory that one was still congratulating oneself on when we got home from a fun filled day of playing Pirates of Nassau. That self congratulatory sensation lasted right until one did the dishes and got dishwashing water slopped all over the front of that aforementioned t-shirt. Then the reality of the situation settled in...

No white shoes!

Sighs it just leads to setting oneself up for failure...

You might have a shoe problem if...

You see a pair of boots that you fall in lust with

That you track all over the world via online shoe stores

Only to be unable to find them in your size anywhere

Then you unexpectedly find them some time later, at a really good price

And they are a half size smaller than you would normally take

But you buy them anyway

Figuring that the company might run on the slightly large size and most of your boots are getting a bit big, thanks to all the weight loss

And if not they were cheap enough to write off

'Cos there is no way you are going to the hassle and expense of returning them

Sighs and now we wait and wonder who we know that is a half size small than oneself, who would like a pair of long, dark petrol blue, suede boots... yanno just in case they don't fit :)

A softer side

In the gloom of the week a little sunshine did appear. It is a strange thing and one suspects that traditional Doc wearers are shuddering in their boots, but one does so love the new, nowhere near as tough boots that seem to be the staple of the company these days. And one speaks as a person who has the last forever (because it takes bloody ages to make them comfortable enough to wear) ones in the cupboard. In fact the last pair one bought, before weighing too much for Docs to be comfortable, was of that ilk. Bright screaming yellow and with barely a crease in the toes or flex in the tongue... after racking up hours of wear and having them for nearly six years. 

Sighs honestly you could make someone your bitch in less time...

On coffee and slaving

It was, as promised, an early start to the day. Oh there was no sex as threatened. No, what happened was He woke one tripping over something noisy in the bedroom as he snuck back to bed, having most probably been up for hours. For a few minutes one lay there in denial and then the bladder won its personal fight for supremacy and then the need for coffee won over the desire to go back to sleep.

That need for coffee was still strong as one caught up with an acquaintance from the gym. It was our annual "our schedules finally sync up enough to have coffee" get together. It was very nice curled in a patch of winter sun like a lizard on a rock, or in this case a large wicker chair with cushions, imbibing the bean. To a casual observer one would have looked like there wasn't a care in the world.

They would be wrong of course 'cos He had loaned one out to his mother for kit furniture building. It took hours. There were that many screws that the hands needed to be iced afterwards to get the swelling down. Mind you she did feed one homemade soup so it wasn't all bad.

Of course now we have to do a dump run to get rid of the boxes.

Why is it that job list is not getting smaller? Why?

 

And coming home one might have slipped into the dealer's place of business and these might have followed one home. In fairness one did make some space in the shoe cupboards yesterday. Admittedly that space may have been filled by things waiting to get in there. But the queue was empty so...

Sighs it's not a problem until it takes over your life, it's not a problem...