I was going to post a picture of my whole outfit but when I saw the pictures I felt like mooing... Or maybe blowing like an elephant. Maybe in another ten pounds.
So here are my cute new shoes :-)
Showing posts with label New Shoe Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Shoe Day. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
New Shoe Day
It's New Shoe Day again {{YAY!!}} J says he feels like its NSD once a week {{To which I can only change the subject or whistle innocently}}.
I was going to post a picture of my whole outfit but when I saw the pictures I felt like mooing... Or maybe blowing like an elephant. Maybe in another ten pounds.
So here are my cute new shoes :-)
I was going to post a picture of my whole outfit but when I saw the pictures I felt like mooing... Or maybe blowing like an elephant. Maybe in another ten pounds.
So here are my cute new shoes :-)
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
I Need A Stylist
A free one. With a huge fabulous wardrobe {{*cough, cough* That ALSO needs to be free.}}
{{First, I'd like to say thanks for all the thoughts yesterday. I just needed to process and I feel much better about everything today. It's how I dealt with the last one and I have found that quiet a few people handle deployments the same way: Ignore it when you can, process it when you have to. And, now, Back to our regularly scheduled program}}
Remember earlier when I said I wanted to do a regular feature post about fashion? I have been really excited thinking about all the posts Icould will do. All the fun times I'll have and all the {{deployment}} time it will take up. Yay! Fashion! Style!
Then this morning, I woke up and remembered that I have none. Style, that is. For the majority of the last three years I have been wearing maternity clothes {{yes even after I lost the baby weight from bug}} and barn-safe-wear. Any style I may have had prior to having children is getting {{gulp}} old {{I just threw up in my throat a little bit}}.
In the 'olden' days {{aka before I had kids}} I used to shop at BEBE, Arden B, and Buckle - before they sold out {{and yes, they did}}. All of the style that I had came from my friends and the people around me. Now, I throw on jeans, any shirt that will hide a muffin top {{and/or spit up, if I'm lucky}}, throw on some tennis shoes {{my 21 year old self just gasped in my head}} and go. If I went off of environmental cues now, I would live in yoga pants and baggy t-shirts. I REFUSE {{Reapeat, REFUSE}} to fall into that category of house wife. There are too many wicked adorable pairs of shoes in my closet for me to give up on life and start living in elastic wasted pants and tennis shoes.
And, so, I have identified the problem. Now it's time to figure out the solution. While I try and figure out where to start on that, I can at least share this months super awesome New Shoe Day pick:
{{First, I'd like to say thanks for all the thoughts yesterday. I just needed to process and I feel much better about everything today. It's how I dealt with the last one and I have found that quiet a few people handle deployments the same way: Ignore it when you can, process it when you have to. And, now, Back to our regularly scheduled program}}
Remember earlier when I said I wanted to do a regular feature post about fashion? I have been really excited thinking about all the posts I
Then this morning, I woke up and remembered that I have none. Style, that is. For the majority of the last three years I have been wearing maternity clothes {{yes even after I lost the baby weight from bug}} and barn-safe-wear. Any style I may have had prior to having children is getting {{gulp}} old {{I just threw up in my throat a little bit}}.
In the 'olden' days {{aka before I had kids}} I used to shop at BEBE, Arden B, and Buckle - before they sold out {{and yes, they did}}. All of the style that I had came from my friends and the people around me. Now, I throw on jeans, any shirt that will hide a muffin top {{and/or spit up, if I'm lucky}}, throw on some tennis shoes {{my 21 year old self just gasped in my head}} and go. If I went off of environmental cues now, I would live in yoga pants and baggy t-shirts. I REFUSE {{Reapeat, REFUSE}} to fall into that category of house wife. There are too many wicked adorable pairs of shoes in my closet for me to give up on life and start living in elastic wasted pants and tennis shoes.
And, so, I have identified the problem. Now it's time to figure out the solution. While I try and figure out where to start on that, I can at least share this months super awesome New Shoe Day pick:
Eek! I love them! I threw on black tights to hide my seriously white skin and to help show off the color of the shoes. I have been looking for a nude colored pair of heels since they became popular and these were on sale for $19.95!!
At least my feet have style.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
New Shoe Day
For as long as I can remember, I've loved shoes. Picking them out, thinking about the clothes they'd go with, the fantastic times I'd have wearing them. I LOVE shoes. Not just affordable ones either. Christian Louboutin's? Yes, please! Jimmy Choo? I do! Do I care that they are a thousand dollars a pair {{give or take a few hundred dollars}}? No I don't {{because I'm too cheap to buy them, but if I wasn't I would own a room full!}}
There was a time in my life when it was nothing for me to wear 4 or 5 inch heels all day long, every day. I even put heels on once to go put gas in my car {{They make you feel sexy & look skinnier. What girl doesn't want that?}} But my life has come a long way from that and now I'm lucky to get a shower and put make up on in the morning. I've lost a lot of that Me. Not that I mind growoing up and not basing my purchases around which club I'd be wearing what to. It's just that if that me, met this me on the street, she'd be alittle lot surprised. But I still like to throw in a sexy shoe every now and then to mix it up a bit.
In February I joined justfab.com to buy an AWESOME pair of shoes for the military ball we were attending. I wore a black dress and since it was black I thought I'd throw in some color {{and awesomeness}} with my shoes.
Since then, every month I've had the pleasure of what I've deemed "New Shoe Day". They are inexpensive, sexy, high and mostly, really impractical for a mother of two small children. However, once a month I open my front door and for five minutes while I squeal and walk around in them, I am some thing more than Mommy, a maid, and a walking bottle.
She may not get to come out very often but the Megs I used to be is still there, screaming for me to rock some awesome shoes.
This month's pick:
There was a time in my life when it was nothing for me to wear 4 or 5 inch heels all day long, every day. I even put heels on once to go put gas in my car {{They make you feel sexy & look skinnier. What girl doesn't want that?}} But my life has come a long way from that and now I'm lucky to get a shower and put make up on in the morning. I've lost a lot of that Me. Not that I mind growoing up and not basing my purchases around which club I'd be wearing what to. It's just that if that me, met this me on the street, she'd be a
In February I joined justfab.com to buy an AWESOME pair of shoes for the military ball we were attending. I wore a black dress and since it was black I thought I'd throw in some color {{and awesomeness}} with my shoes.
Since then, every month I've had the pleasure of what I've deemed "New Shoe Day". They are inexpensive, sexy, high and mostly, really impractical for a mother of two small children. However, once a month I open my front door and for five minutes while I squeal and walk around in them, I am some thing more than Mommy, a maid, and a walking bottle.
She may not get to come out very often but the Megs I used to be is still there, screaming for me to rock some awesome shoes.
This month's pick:
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