Nice Shoes

Those of you who know me well, (I'm not sure how anyone else would be on this blog but stranger things have happened) know and understand that fashion is really not my forte. The curly haired fairy, however was blessed to acquire that gene, likely from Dan's side of the family. This morning my darling daughter did the female version of sizing me up. She looked me up and down from head to toe to assess my outfit. She wasn't even subtle about it which I'm sure either comes with age or she'll need to learn it from my friend Diana or my little sister Kimberly. Now, I thought I was looking fairly decent in that I have on a new pair of capris that I got an amazing deal on ($140 retail, I got for $39.99!), a 3 year old orange shirt that I also got a great deal on and some shoes that I'm so fond of I think I actually paid the retail price for, but felt like I got a deal because I got free shipping.

After she did the once over, she exclaimed with absolute excitement, NICE SHOES!

That, she got from me.

What's the evolutionary benefit to loving shoes? It's pretty universal for women, however I'm still stumped at my absolute love for them. I used to think it was because I wear a size 6 and I can pretty much go into any store, grab the display shoe, put it on my foot and it'll fit. I came to realize though, that I even enjoy looking at shoes on any shoe website. I wouldn't call it an addiction, but I have noticed significant amounts of time have passed after I've gotten on a shoe website to look for a pair of sandals, flats, sneakers etc. and my virtual shopping cart will be loaded with enough shoes to make me ashamed of my love for them. If anyone can explain this to me from an evolutionary perspective, I would sincerely appreciate it!

Cleverly titled #1

This morning while the curly haired fairy was still sleeping, I was enjoying some 1 on 1 time with Ian. We were listening to an adult contemporary radio station (that's right I've said it, I've reached that age) and Jesse's Girl came on. Now I was just a wee bit older than Ian is now (7) when that song was popular and I remember lipsyncing with Kimberly, my little sister into our brushes in our messy bedroom while I watched her dream of some day meeting the man that covered the walls of her side of the bedroom. Anyway, my back was turned to Ian when we were about to hear the "Where can I find a woman like that" part of the song and he said "Hey Mom". I turned to see him lipsyncing into his cereal spoon, and as I watched the milk drip from the spoon onto his lap or the floor (I never did check to see which one it was) he sang into his spoon "I can't afford a woman like that".

Time for him to get a job as this is the same boy who told me about a year ago that he was going to marry a pregnant woman so that she didn't have to be alone to raise the baby. Oh yeah, he also likes the name Saturn.

So, we now know that he's got more learning to do in terms of finances and baby name choices.