.. will be the death of me.
Shopping with Miranda on Friday was perhaps a little too successful, and while I didn’t do nearly as much damage as she did, I came home with more shoes than I left with. I am continuing my endeavor to learn how to walk in things with a heel, and to this end, I am now the delighted owner of these:
They are ridiculous, and I am absolutely in love with them.
Also fabulous are these:
I can appreciate the irony of my being catty about a massive shoe sale then spending my day off buying shoes, but I frankly do not care – CUTE SHOES! Hooray!
The rest of my weekend was much lower key than I had originally planned. Saturday morning saw Ed and I at the Tomahawk with Miranda, Reilly, and Darren – after which we parted ways so Ed and I could do some scooter stuff like get some oil for him (fail) and a new battery for me (win). We were home for the afternoon, where my plans to do some cleaning fell away to the siren song of my bed – I napped. When I woke up I found that M&R had spent THEIR afternoon buying a friggin’ giant car, so obviously a celebration was in order. We scooted to The Eatery for some good times, then perused the bookstore (cheap books make my pants tight in a wonderful way). Clearly, we are a wild party.
On Sunday, I did nothing. I wanted to go to the 420 celebrations at the Art Gallery, but a minor anxiety attack in the morning made those plans seem like a very, very bad idea. Instead, Ed and I rode around the North Shore for a while to break in his new cylinder and to pick up my new Pokemans. I wish I could have laughed at the seething mass of humanity, but it just wasn’t in me. There was more napping, a little bit of cleaning, and lots of video games – a normal weekend, ‘round these parts.
If the weather would hurry up and be warm already, I could spend a lot more time being fabulous outside.
Hey, are down comforters evil?
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Dude, we must go out together as twins: I have the first pair too (though in a different colour scheme).
Why would down comforters be evil? Unless they had a clown print on them or something…
Well, I really need a new comforter and I want a down one because they’re perfect for my night time heating issues .. but down comes from tiny baby birds and when I wondered aloud if they kill the birds for the down, Ed said “probably”. So now I have to know, or I’ll never be able to sleep thinking that tiny baby birds were killed just so I wouldn’t freeze and/or sweat myself dehydrated in bed at night!
i love, love, love the shoes. i am suffering from the affliction that you had a few months ago … the unemployment virus … when i am cured, i must have new shoes!
Oh! Maybe I’m a sap, but I’ve always thought down is the inner layer on adult birds, under the feathers: the birds themselves pull out this layer to line their nests with when they lay eggs to make the nest comfy for the little ones. I’ve heard the down is hand-harvested from the nests, not pulled out of the birds (Eiderducks or Geese, usually). So if any of this is true, you’re cruelty-free with a down comforter. And comfy sweet.
I’m pretty sure it’s a harvest situation, so it wouldn’t make sense to kill them.
I hope that’s true, Jenertia – it doesn’t make much sense to me the other way, yet I’d never really thought about it before and my natural sense of paranoia and shame took over :)