My darlings, sometimes, these posts are just for me.
In early 2013, when Beloved and I were still living in a furniture-less apartment in Astoria trying to get our flood-ravaged house back together, we spent an entire day in bed. (That was the one piece of non-lawn furniture we had with us.) This may seem like a normal thing, but it really isn’t in our world. We are usually running around; our down time is usually limited to a few hours in front of the TV at the end of a night. And this was during the nuttiest, busiest time of our lives together.
We just woke up this particular morning and decided to take the day off from adulting. We ate takeout food, we chatted, we watched old TV reruns, I surfed the internet, all from the bed. There were naps, there was wine (not necessarily in that order), and it was an all-around lovely break from the madness that was our world at that point. Throughout the day, I had my computer on my lap, scrolling through Pinterest. At the end of the day, Beloved pointed out that I had spent the entire day looking at shoes. I realized with a laugh that she was right; it had just experienced my first trip down the extreme footwear rabbit hole.
Everything about shoes fascinate me, the more extreme, the better. I definitely can’t wear the fancy ones anymore, and many of them aren’t really meant to be worn anywhere but a runway, a music video, or a fetish club. But however impractical they are, when they work, these beautiful feats of engineering makes me deeply happy. So today, I felt like sliding back down the rabbit hole, and taking you with me.