The lady who lived in her shoes...

No one in the whole entire world makes more blanket statements than my brother Sam.

OK, that might be an exaggeration, but that's something he'd say. He's notorious for his over-the-top blanket statements. He believes that if you make a strong enough statement, no one will ever forget it. Therefore, he tends to make extreme proclamations, such as the fact that he hates onions, in every form, in everything, always. No one will ever serve him onions.

Although I don't typically engage in such extreme statements, we are related, and therefore, it happens from time to time.

Case in point: I have officially experienced my most favorite shoes in the world. No shoes will ever serve me quite as well. I will never love shoes like I've loved these puppies.

I walked around with my little heart broken for a few days because these sandals (I have silver and bronze) got holes in the bottom of them. I had been wearing them since April 2008, when I found the lovely gems at Target, two hours before semi-formal, and made a last minute purchase for $12.99 each.

Well, I dressed them up (weddings), dressed them down (casual dates), abused them (the bars), misused them (wore them to work), and finally, after the shoe re-solesman told me it was over, I admitted I had to say goodbye. They were beyond broken in, they were just broken.
However, last week, I experienced extreme joy when I found the new and improved version - again at Target. This time they were $19.99, but after the last two years I've had with their Isaac Mizrahi counterparts, I decided it was more than worth it.
I thought I had to say goodbye, but instead, I ended up finding a slightly better version. Isn't it amazing how things just work themselves out?
PS: I know it's completely shameful that I wore these shoes for song long, but I know you all won't judge me...

finn man

It's a phenomenon, really. Every time you show Finn a camera, he strikes a pose. Even if he's completely consumed by something else, if he notices you have a camera, he'll pause, look up, and smile. Because of this, we decided he should be entered to win the Parents magazine November cover contest. He's been selected as a finalist, so please vote for him!

Tuesday?

Whew! With everything that's going on here, I feel like I've had a whole week already. I can't believe it's only Tuesday.

Of course, it probably has to do with the excitement of the weekend to come, which includes Libby's bachelorette party.

I'm counting down the days until I'm reunited with some of my favorite people, all of whom are scattered across the country and engaged in their own adventures (they too, are probably wondering how it's possibly only Tuesday).

I'm thinking the weekend ahead might call for a new ensemble. The Carven Ruffle-skirt Taffeta Dress looks bachelorette-party-perfect to me.

Oh, if only I wore crew necks...

And had $595 to spare.