So, I just got back from this cool wine-’em-and-dine-’em conventiony user group thingy for Video Conferencing.<\/p>\n
I had a fun fun time! And YES, I was working. It was a lot about tech stuff and strategies.<\/p>\n
But the people that work for this company are so young and fun. Plus, everyone is having babies…
\nBut that’s a different story.<\/p>\n
I got back on Friday night, and the first thing that I took away from this conventiony thing was:
\n“I need new shoes. CUTE shoes.”<\/p>\n
‘Cause those young fun females were all sporting their lacquered toes in hip little sandals. In PHILADELPHIA!
\nLA is even more of a naked toe environment.<\/p>\n
I have been bashful to try these kinds of shoes. I admire them, and i do think I have attractive feet.<\/p>\n
But I am of below average coordination.<\/p>\n
FAR below average.<\/p>\n
These ladies with their little teeny straps holding the shoe to their foot….I don’t think so.<\/p>\n
I like something FIRMLY attached to my foot. I tend to be very absent minded. I am very likely to leave my shoe behind if it is not fully fastened.<\/p>\n
And if you add HEELS to the equation-well…i fear for my ankles.<\/p>\n
But what is practicality in the face of cute?<\/p>\n
I went shopping.<\/p>\n
I got some GREAT shoes. Some super high boots, with the new thin but wide heel. Very sexy, in a art deco macintosh pattern.<\/p>\n
But these are not the CUTE shoes I am looking for. They are very hip and sophisticated, but not CUTE.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I fear cute. I want to be taken seriously. But I want to be surprising, too.<\/p>\n
Cute shoes. I must persevere to the cute.<\/p>\n
There were some incredibly cute sandals for sale. They had beaded staps, and a big gem flower between the toes.<\/p>\n
But I couldn’t decide which color. Hot pink? Electric Blue?<\/p>\n
I chickened out.<\/p>\n
Naked toes.<\/p>\n
But there were some other sandals on sale. They were a comfortable black, but they were studded with red stones.<\/p>\n
They were pretty.<\/p>\n
But they only had one little piece of leather over my foot. And they were about 3 inches of heel.<\/p>\n
scary.<\/p>\n
I’m wearing them today. Cute feet at work. It’s a little difficult, trolloping around in my strappy shoes, trying to remember to walk in such a way as to keep my feet in my shoes.<\/p>\n
I’m catching myself, just as I slip off the edge of the shoes, or teeter on the verge of snapping off my ankle.<\/p>\n
Beauty is hard. I wish I were a little more coordinated.<\/p>\n
Maybe there’s a class I can take.<\/p>\n
But i still feel very cute.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So, I just got back from this cool wine-’em-and-dine-’em conventiony user group thingy for Video Conferencing. I had a fun fun time! And YES, I was working. It was a lot about tech stuff and strategies. But the people that … Continue reading