Today I'd like to talk about something besides crafts. Although to appease you, I really did finish the quilt top. I am impressed that despite the late hours and crazy emotions of this thing, most of the points line up. The ones that don't, bother me not at all. This isn't how I envisioned it, exactly, but it's still cute and I am definitely going to buy some flannel soon, so I can make it into a baby quilt.

I lied. This post is mostly about crafts after all. Here's a picture of the cashmere stole, too, for good measure. Too bad it hasn't grown much- my hands still hurt from Ravelympics.

I also would like to comment that for years I have evaded the whole shoe fascination. Yes, I owned plenty of pairs of shoes. But most were cheap, or inherited. And there were a lot of them because of the variety of purposes. Sneakers, summer sandals, SAS comfort sandals (pretty and mundane), plus heels for dress-up, shoes to wear with suits, shoes to wear with jeans and slacks, lots of loafers, and of course a few awesome cool colored shoes (pink and purple, red, red, red, RED). OK, so maybe I've always enjoyed shoes. What I am meaning, more, is that shoes were a means to an end, and I simply didn't buy them for much money. My adorable little red German shoes with embroidered flowers on them, great with jeans and never to be worn for long jaunts (too little padding in the sole). Silver or black strappy heels to wear to weddings and holiday parties. They were shoes with purpose. And almost all of them were given away or trashed when I started having serious foot pain and eventually went into orthotics. So sue me, I chose comfort. I threw away all of my heels but for the absolutely most comfortable, and I only ever wear them at work where I sit the vast majority of the day. I kept the loafers, but most of them are old and decrepit. Hush Puppies, my shoe of choice in grad school, apparently aren't very sturdy. But I realized the other day that in my wild fit of pique I threw out every black heel I owned. And a girl needs black heels. So I wandered through Georgetown the other day, when the Foggy Bottom metro was having one of its "let's just not have escalators" days. And I tried on a few pairs of shoes at a boutique-y store which I had read about on Yelp. And I might have bought a pair of quilted patent leather kitten heels(marked down to a completely reasonable price... and something like 1/5th of retail):

I also tried on these incredibly hot shoes. And they weren't nearly as expensive in Georgetown as that Saks price. But still hundreds and hundreds away from my budget. Someday I'll have events to go to that could possibly justify those shoes. In the meantime, I think I'll keep playing around with my kitten heels, and maybe once in a while scope out the clearance racks at the fancy shmancy stores. I'm still not ready to pay for Jimmy Choos or Manolos, and I still don't think my feet could take insane stilettos. But those 4 and 3/4 inch hot red heels were a breeze- in a shoe that well made and that well fitting, it was like walking on air. And as much as I love my super expensive comfort shoes, if I'm going to be spending that much money, I deserve to look fine, too.


















