I forced myself to go out and do some shopping today.
I need some items to wear to my youngest son's wedding in May and I have been putting off shopping for quite a while. I know what dress I am wearing but I needed a new slip and some cream colored nylons and I still need a pair of shoes.
I found the slip and nylons and I paid more than I wanted to. But at least it's over with!
But the shoes. . . I can tell this is going to be a problem. I just want some nice cream colored low healed dress shoes. What I found were high healed shoes with little flimsey straps. In Taupe and Camel. I guess the real Spring colors aren't out yet. I tried a few pair on and decided that women's dress shoes are high priced, cleverly disguised, mini torture chambers. Honestly, I don't know how people WALK in those things! But being on the Birkenstock end of the shoe spectrum probably doesn't help my attitude toward these contraptions.
I have this problem when I go shopping alone. I get out there and dink around trying to stay focused on what I have to get, but after the first store, I start making up reasons why it would really be better to just go home and do it another day. I think I am very much like a barn sour horse in this respect. But I MADE myself finish my list, as now-a-days with gas prices like they are, when I am out, I try to do as much as possible to make the trip worth it.
Speaking of shoes, as I sent Hub Man off to work today, I had to smile. He almost always leaves the house with his shoes untied. I am not sure why. I worry about him though. One of these days he is going to step on his laces and trip himself. He looks like a little kid walking down the sidewalk.
Okay, to round out this disjointed, erratic entry, as promised to CaraSusanetta, I am including an old picture of my horse Sandy and I way back when. I apologize for its poor quality, but even with some major tweaking in Photoshop, this is as good as it gets.
He was about 16 years old in this picture. And was a handful to ride. I had just given him a bath and trimmed his fetlocks with my mother's sewing scissors, and snipped his muzzle hairs with the fingernail scissors. I remember it like it was yesterday. :-) 1965 Was just yesterday, right?
It's hard to tell in the picture, but he was a Palomino, and without his winter coat in the Spring and Summer, he glowed like a gold coin in the sun.
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