I Miss My Shoes
When I moved this last time, I moved without most of my shoes. Not because I wanted to, but because the person I was living with wasn't real happy about me moving out-again-and figured since they bought me all those shoes, they were keeping them as retribution and as repayment for letting me live there for a few months without a job, which means I didn't contribute a whole lot and my winning personality wasn't really enough to make paying my way worth it. Probably because I'm not exactly a joy and pleasure to live with.
I wasn't real happy about the confiscation of my shoes because as this person bought me shoes, I used them to replace some of my older pairs and the old dude bought me A LOT of shoes. But, as part of my whole "I can't control everything" realization, I also realized I need to start picking my battles and this was a battle I didn't want to fight. Again. Because the first time, yeah, I got my shoes back, but the battle it took to get them made them hard to enjoy. I mean, I totally enjoyed them because I had some beautiful shoes, but still.
It's easy not to think so much about my shoes on days when I don't work because I either wear my potato shoes or tennis shoes. But, on days I work and I see a certain skirt I want to wear but I can't because I don't have the perfect brown suede boots that I wore with it, I get slightly annoyed. By slightly annoyed, I mean madder n' a wet settin' hen. As I silently curse the Shoe Burglar (or maybe out loud), I find another outfit and put on one of my two pair of black boots or the only pair of brown shoes that look right with the brown clothes I made it out with (did I mention some of my clothes didn't make it, either). I don't like it one teeny bit, but I suck it up and I figure since I'm either always going to a different class or have several days off in between assignments, maybe no one will notice my lack of cute shoes.
Today, though, as I scheduled sub jobs for the rest of this week and a week long assignment for next week, I missed my shoes. There's gonna be a lot of dressing up, just like a normal worker person, and I don't have half my stuff. Rather than being super cute, like the good southern girl I was raised to be, I'm gonna be plain. Drab. Maybe even frumpy. And offsetting my not-so-cute-shoes with some super cha-cha accessories isn't an option, either. Betcha can't guess why? And I even bought those myownself. It's enough to make a good southern girl wanna cut someone and I'm pretty sure no jury would convict me for it. Well, no jury comprised of like-minded southern gals, anyway.
At least I know my make-up will look good and that counts for something.
But I still want my damn shoes back.
And my clothes.
And my big chunky rings and cute bracelets.
Dammit.
15 Talk to Me:
How'd you line up jobs for a whole week? I've never been able to do that. I am in some serious need of new shoes and a few nice articles of clothing, but the substitute teaching salary doesn't allow for such things. (And I too wear the same thing over and over and over again hoping no one will notice.)
Wow, Sweetheart. You should have moved out like the Colts moved out of Baltimore. It was in the middle of the night, fast and quick.
I will never understand a woman's symbiotic relationship between her and her shoes. I have three pair of dress shoes, two from kholes and one from walmart. (dr. scholes), and i feel i am over shoed. Oh, and some dress boots, for scooting.
Check out this site.
http://stores.ebay.com/wear-the-shoes-are
if you see anything you like, i can get it at cost.
I hate to see a beautiful woman in distress, especially about something as important to her as shoes. :)
This makes ME mad as wet settin' hen every damn time it comes up. And with the mood I'm in because of these stupid antibiotics I'm the EXACT person you would want on the jury ~ that and the fact we're sole sisters.
Sorry :(
So, either you lived in a department store and they wouldn't let you steal the stuff or you lived with some bizarre person who is getting retribution/revenge and a psychotic high by selling your things on craigslist.
You can always just say you're going green. You know, environmentally conscious and simplifying. Tell them your old shoes put off way to much carbon dioxide.
When I was getting divorced from Butthead, he wanted the sofa vs. the loveseat and half of the good crystal. It was ridiculous to think he'd be doing any fine dining with the gold-rimmed crystal champagne flutes, wine glasses and tumblers, but it wasn't worth the fight in order to just get rid of him. But SOMETIMES when we have guests and I want to put my sparkling grape juice in enough fancy glasses for everyone, I find myself gritting my teeth a bit.
He kept your shoes? Must have been a real heel. He had no sole. A real loafer. (You know, since you turned on comment moderation, it's your fault if you post this.)
Bill
Good thing you gave him the boot. (Oh Lord, please stop me...)
Bill
Who would do such a thing? I cant imagine that you lived with your ex who is taking all the pics of you...So you lived with someone that would take that kind of retribution twice? I can only think it is a once truely great friend or family..but why would they do that? I am so confused...did you get mixed up with some crazy ass man twice? I figure a Southern bell as yourself would know better than that...
Either way have an officer go with you to get your stuff. Surely whoever it is isnt going to tell you no with back up.
Just dress like you did when Ex hubby took your Hot looking pic. and everything will be OK. nobody will be looking at your feet. come on girl.
Big fan
I got some shoes I don't wear. I prefer to go barefoot.
Send me your mailing address and I'll send them to you.
Double Fake Mrs. Big Foot
So, I had this big comment written up on my phone then somehow I deleted it. Now I'm getting back with you over a day later.
Just wanted to say that if you ever want to go shoe or clothing shopping I'm up for it. The TJ Maxx in HV rocks. I just bought an $88 shirt for $7. Although now my husband says I look "ethnic"...whatever that means. It should also be here noted that he looks "country".
Taking shoes hostage is pure evil, especially since they were gifts. That little man needs cutting.
That being said, it is a perfect lesson to teach Gracie. Be independant and buy your own shoes!!! Love y'all! It was great seeing y'all this weekend. Come back soon!
Foursons: I'm on the preferred list for one department at the high school where I usually sub, so they call me directly when they need someone. This is a first, though, and I'm totally digging it!!
Robert: You crack me up!! I don't know what it is with women and shoes. For me, a rocking pair of high heels can make me feel like I have long, thin lovely legs.
QQAL: Yeah, it's really been pissing me off this week a lot with the working. You are so my sole sister!! Hope you're filling better!!
GunDiva: I want to make him sorry.
Julie: Option B. Crazy, no? I'm totally using the going green thing. Totally!! Thanks for the idea.
Much More Than Mommy: See, you totally get it.
Bill: Like I couldn't post those. They were awesome!!
Anonymous Person @ 1:05: I am not a smart woman sometimes. If you've been reading this blog for a while, you might have noticed that I am not so good in a crisis situation and panic. That's how I got mixed up with the same bad man twice. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I talked to the cops and they said it was a civil matter and I'd have to go to court before they would escort me to get the stuff. Court=money and I don't have a lot right now. If I did, I'd just go buy new shoes.
Anonymous Person @ 6:07: While I'm pretty sure no one would be noticing my shoes if I did dress like that, I teach at a high school, so that would open up a whole other can of worms ;0).
Mrs Bigfoot: The image I got in my head when I read that was of a large woman in a moo-moo and it made me laugh out loud. Thanks for making me laugh!!
Allie: $7.00?!?!!? Are you kidding me? Girl, we so need to meet up and make that happen!! I don't know what he means by ethnic, but I totally understand country. You're descriptive words are way better than his. Way.
Rosa: Yeah, I'm sure that whole situation taught her lots of lessons-including the one to be wary of men bearing gifts and maybe ones that have really good tastes in shoes.
It was good seeing you, too and the next time we come back, I will not be bearing homework. Or at least I'll try not to be!!
Love ya, Girly!!
Great Clothes and no shoes. I knew I couldn't keep up the pace I was at and forced myself to beef up my wardrobe a little bit for the lean times ahead. I was overruled when the family decided to get a dog. Now I have some great clothes with no shoes to match. Damn Dog. Buying new ones is of no use. Leave the room for 5 minutes while they are out and they are gone. No matter how good you are in keeping up the practice of putting them away, it only takes the one time. Now I feel like all those clothes are going to waste.
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