Ohmygoodness.
I have not had time to read blogs in over a week.
I know that is insignificant considering other people's lives are far more busy than mine, but still from 100% blog to 10% is a big change.
My life has been over run by feet.
Big feet, little feet, young feet, old feet, I get the pleasure of talking feet all day long.
If only I had a foot fetish? On second thought, even pretending to have a fetish that makes me cringe.
I could tell you what your American size translates into European sizes in a second. Want fit flops? Boots? Opened toed pumps? I know where it all is. I practically dream in shoes. And I mean more than the average girl dreams of good shoes.
I celebrate Election day sales with patriotic bows. All the while bending the wardrobe of course.
My life has been over run by feet.
Big feet, little feet, young feet, old feet, I get the pleasure of talking feet all day long.
I could tell you what your American size translates into European sizes in a second. Want fit flops? Boots? Opened toed pumps? I know where it all is. I practically dream in shoes. And I mean more than the average girl dreams of good shoes.
I celebrate Election day sales with patriotic bows. All the while bending the wardrobe of course.
(No need to mention how totally awkward this picture is. I only later also realized that this blouse did not have enough room for the girls to play either. You win some, you lose some.)
And I cannot tell you if I totally love it or despise it. I can tell you that retail is not my life goal.
I am certain, however, that I have met a handful of people who make me more grateful in every way. They put everything I have into perspective and continuously encourage me to be a better person.
And I am so thankful for that.
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On a different retail note, it is panty raid season girls!
I am so glad that the local mall has a VS and tomorrow after you best believe I am going to go get me some new undies.
If you are not as lucky as me, college dorm? private fancy tropical island? trapped in a Nancy Drew worthy mysterious basement?
Order them!
Yay cheap panties!
If I was still at school I would order my seven lucky undies in a second. I swear by ebates in situations like that, because they pay me to shop online.
Which only further fuels the addiction inside me.
I just got paid $17 for my last month's shopping craziness and you know that is going straight to the panty fund. I have half a mind to order from ebates for more undies just to get the 2% cash back from Victoria's Secret right now.
Which does not seem like a lot, but every little bit adds up as my mom would declare. Also, rates change and it all varies by site, so it is always the first place I go when I want to go shopping in my bed, without a bra or pants.
You'll love it, I swear!
And that is all for this rambling update gal pals.
I love you all and hope that you don't have to suffer through as many bunion stories as I do everyday. But I do it with a big smile, I will tell you that!