I was torn today about continuing on about shoes or describing how to make your own fabric shopping bag rather than using paper or plastic. The shopping bag ethics won out.
Mine are dark canvas and stamped with fabric paint leaves. tomorrow I will indulge my love of shoes. favorite brands being dansko, munro, pliner, naot and mephisto for comfort and weitzman, feldman, franco sarto, nina and van eli.
I wouldn't wear Marc Jacobs or Blahniks at any price. I need to actually be able to walk in my shoes. odd concept huh?
Being on the road as much as we are , we see hundreds of vanity plates that me and hubby try as we might , we try to figure out what in the world are they trying to say? Alot of times we end up saying that at least they know what they mean........or do they , but one thing is for sure, some of them are very funny, and some very telling on just what kind of person may be behind that wheel, and sometimes thats a scary thought! I got this off anothers blog, thought it was cute
This Vanity Plate Confuses Me
The message this driver is trying to convey through his license plate is:
A. I'm depressed because I do yoga
B. When I do yoga I hold my breath WAY too long
C. I have a blue belt in yoga
D. Even though I'm an enlightened yoga guru, I still want to date girls in bikinis
A couple of weeks ago my cell phone died on me and I had to get a new one. I couldn't just get a replacement under warranty because the model of the phone I had was discontinued. I decided to play with the camera and see if it was better than the camera on my other cell phone. It isn't. :( Anyway, here of some pics took of myself doing different poses. Yes, I was that bored...AGAIN!
Cheese! It's me and I'm wearing my favorite amber necklace.
A different angle. Why does my eye look funny?
This is my sexy, come-hither look. I actually like the dark shadows on this picture. I think it would look good if it were a black and white photo.
*sigh* This is me fantasizing about my bad boy Collin Farrell. This is also how I look when I fantasize about Keith Hamilton Cobb and Gerard Butler.
My sister had the shingles over week which ruined her spring break. The poor girl looked awful at Easter brunch.
Last night, before I went to bed, I noticed my throat was a little sore. When I woke up this morning it was still a bit sore. Now I'm worried that I may get the shingles, too. The really pitiful thing about it is I'm more worried about getting the ugly rash than anything else. I admit that I am vain. Not vain where I think I'm better looking than everyone else, but vain in the sense that I HATE looking bad. Environgirl always makes fun of me because before I had my baby, I got my hair braided so my hair wouldn't be all over my head during labor. I knew that everyone would come in taking pictures of me and my kiddo as soon as they let me hold her and I just didn't want to have that typical I-got-hit-by-a-Mac-truck-and-all-I-got-was-this-hospital-gown look. Also, remember in addition to making sure I had the deed to my house, pictures of all of the valubles we own and proper hurricane supplies for some odd reason I did my hair before hurricane Rita came. I have no idea why I'm like this, but I guess everyone has some sort of quirk.
beauty
