Misdirection

Any possibility that everyone will be so enchanted by my pretty golden toenails that they'll fail to notice my dirty hair, wrinkled chinos and makeup-free face?

One Small Step

My friend Kristen and I walked around campus for 30 minutes today. Yay us!

I obviously don't care WHAT I look like on outings like this. Good thing!

First Day of School; or, Another Shoe Story

No more sandals every day of the week for this librarian.

A Shoe Story

During the tour for new international students.
















After the tour for new international students.

Another Shoe Story, or, Pride Goeth Before a Fall

I scored the cutest-ever pair of tortoise brown patent wedges a few weeks ago from Jildor, at an incredible 70% discount. I wore them to Church the next Sunday and to work on Monday, and they received rave reviews. It was fun to be so tall and walk around in such a sassy pair of shoes. That is, it was fun until I tripped in the periodicals department and skinned my knee, right in front of a cute student (who asked me if I was OK). Well, my pride was a bit wounded. And I have a bruise on my palm from breaking the fall. And a very sore knee.

That wouldn't have happened if I hadn't aspired to such lofty heights and had instead worn my other new pair of shoes, the Birkenstocks I've wanted ever since they were de rigueur for cool students at my college. Since I'm twenty + years older now, I opted for a slightly more fashionable pair than they wore back then, with the middle-aged concession of a soft footbed. They're definitely on deck for tomorrow.