Monthly Archives: January 2014

It’s all about the shoes!

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world. – Marilyn Monroe Shoes…I love shoes…  I’m not going to blame this on gender…which would be easy to do… I’m going to blame this one on genetics.  I come from a family of shoe lovers, and for better or for worse I am passing it on to the next generation of shoe lovers…and I don’t think we’re alone.  genetics

Now some people will tell you that shoes are a necessity…I’ll tell you that too…but they are more than that.  You know how Shakespeare said that eyes are the windows into a person’s soul…well, I kind of feel the same way about shoes, shoes are the windows into a person’s soul…no pun intended.    shoes   Shoes help us express who we are.

flip flopsOf course an argument can be made that, “Well yeah, shoes help us express who we are…but so do clothes, and hair style, and jewelry.”  And hey, I’m not going to argue with that.  But shoes add that something else…and by looking at a person’s feet we have an idea, although vague, of the people whose feet are in these shoes.  And if you happen to be dressed in something a little nondescript, and you add a quirky booty, or something with a stand out color…you then make the whole thing “pop”…and apparently popping is a good thing.  Actually popping is a good thing…who doesn’t like to pop…when we pop, or our walls pop, or our front yard pops, we’re/it’s saying “Look at me!!!”  Shoes….help us pop!!pop

Now you might be saying, “Okay, I can get this, but I don’t agree that gender has nothing to do with this, after all, Imelda Marcos had over 3000 pairs of shoes in her collection.”   Again, I don’t disagree, but lets go back to necessity, we need more shoes.  Men can usually get by with some dress shoes, some casual shoes, maybe some athletic shoes, sandals….   We need, okay “need” might be a little extreme, but still we need more shoes.  We might have a pair of boots, but they might be brown boots and we need a pair of black boots, along with booties in multiple colors, as well as some with heels, some with no heels, and some with a wedge.  And we haven’t even touched on material yet…suede, leather, canvas….man made uppers…and I could go on….boots

So now, here’s the real beauty…say that you might have indulged a little too much last week….maybe you’re a little bloated, maybe you’re a lot bloated…guess what…you can still fit perfectly into a new pair of shoes.  At this point who care how you look in your jeans….and pardon me for getting political here, its the shoe, stupid.  Like they say, if the shoe fits wear it!!  Or actually, let’s change that up a bit, if the shoe fits, work it!!!woman in boots

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The Power of the Window Seat

Power is the great aphrodisiac.”  Henry Kissinger

The first time I ever flew on an airplane my grandfather let me sit in the window seat.  I remember looking at the world in a totally different way as we flew way above the ground.  And every flight after that I always sat in the window seat. No matter how much turbulence there was or whatever excitement there may have been in the cabin, I always sat, fixated on what was going on out the window…in my queendom.  Whether it was trying to figure out my bearings over the land, contemplating scenarios in the clouds, or imagining what was going on in the homes of the cluster of lights far off in the distance…having the window seat could free your mind and your imagination to a world of possibilities.  And then I had kids.

airplane window

Kids like window seats, and the other kids like aisle seats, and we mothers and fathers often find ourselves in the middle seats…the seats where the tray tables end up with all the cups, and peanut wrappers, and everything else that was brought on the plane with you,  and the window seat is no longer available.  But still when the opportunity is arises, I will lean forward, and squeeze in close to my little one so I can still take a quick glimpse out the window to check on my queendom below.

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During the most recent holiday, my kids and I took a quick trip to Seattle.  Our travel plans changed at the last minute and we were assigned two middle seats and one aisle seat.  Once again I ended up in the middle seat, seated between two strangers.  My fellow passengers seemed nice enough, and we settled into our seats and all was well…until my window passenger closed her blind. How can you do that…why do you get a window seat only to close the blind.  And then it hit me. My fellow passenger, although I am sure a very nice person, had cut off my view to my queendom…and she could.  She was awarded the prize of the window seat, and with that seat, for the next three and a half hours, she controlled whether or not I could see out that window…she had a power that I did not possess and I was at her mercy.  Now there are those folks who recline themselves into your lap or kick the back of your chair…but these folks, well you can kick the back of their chairs or recline your seats into their laps…respectively, but there is nothing you can do when someone cuts off your access to the outside world.  Your imagination is idled…everything becomes stifled and you are just another passenger on a plane.

person in airplane seat

So as we flew high above the ground that day I stared at the back of my window seat passenger as she pulled the window shade down, and realized that for that day, for that flight I had to abdicate my queendom to a stranger…a person who I had never seen before that day and will probably never see again.  This stranger had, for that day, a power that I did not possess.  But I will be back, mark my words, I will be back. And once again I will look out my window and see marshmallow people in the clouds, snow on the mountain peaks, and imagine families sitting down for dinner in their far off homes, and once again I will be queen of all I see…if only in my mind.

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