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Need I really say more.
I bought another pair of shoes this weekend. The thing is that I never really had a shoe fetish like all women are supposed to have.
As a kid I detested going to shoe shops. The main reason is probably because I would choose a pair and when I got home they just didn’t fit like they were supposed to. Also, my feet didn’t seem to conform to any standard size. The only thing I seemed to like was the smell of the leather and the fact that I got something new.
It’s not like I had/have abnormally small or big feet. I have stubby toes and maybe my feet are a bit flat and a teeny bit to wide.
I seem to have a recollection of a school nurse telling me that I have to walk on my toes more often. I never listened to her.
When I was 2 we visited my grandparents in Germany. It was summer and of course I did not like keeping my shoes on. I think people offered to buy me shoes - they thought my parents probably didn’t have enough money to buy me any.
So I went to the other extreme and now I wear shoes that are mostly eye-catching, whilst hiding my toes (most of the time).
One of my friends has a 5 year old godson. Yesterday was his birthday and as a treat my friend wanted to take him out for a burger. Seeing that he wasn’t too sure of being left alone with a 5 year old I was taken along as “extra entertainment” and as emotional support.
Saturday we went gift hunting. I never thought it could be so hard. We had to take into consideration that this kid has an overactive imagination and is not exactly the action figure type. Except for Spider-Man.
At least the godson was a breath of fresh air. The waiter asked him what he wanted to drink, and as I suggested a Coca-Cola as a treat he laughed and said that he doesn’t even like the taste and would prefer… a glass of water!
Needless to say, the day turned out perfect. He’s face was covered with chocolate icing by the end of the day and it was refreshing to be talking about guinea-pigs, clay that can bounce and of course all the gifts he received from his friends.
It was the best Sunday lunch I’ve had in a longtime - thank you to all the 5 year olds out there!
I’m probably wishing my life away, but looking forward to the weekend might be one of my favourite past-times.
Autumn has approached in the Mother City and a few drops of rain now mean that you have a pretty good excuse for not attending any social activities on a Friday. I’ve used that excuse myself yesterday. I was supposed to attend Moxyland which I’ve been looking forward to for a whole week. Come 5pm yesterday I chickened out. The only thing I wanted was my couch, a glass of Sine Metu on ice in my hand and a good movie on television.
Nostalgia hit me hard, must have been the weather and the glass in my hand. I ended up pulling a huge bag of letters out to the cupboard. Letters written to me 9 years ago whilst living overseas - from family, friends and boyfriend (20 handwritten pages per letter!). I would not be able to do the same anymore. Letters to me are now destroyed by a click of a button after being to replied to in haste.
There was something to holding those dusty letters in my hand, reading about people I now don’t see anymore, reading about myself at that stage. Funny how important the smallest thing used to be, how relationships used to be my world and how easily it could collapse.
There’s something terribly blue about a Monday, but a Tuesday seems to be such a non-descriptive day. It’s not the start to the week (at least not mine), it’s not mid-week and it’s not the day before the weekend starts. It’s just a Tuesday… and I’m looking forward to Wednesday.
A nyiff-nyiff moment is when a 20+ female feels like stomping her feet like a 5 year old and/or rants and raves at her beloved/nearest and dearest with NO apparent reason. Moments could also be triggered by unexplained stressful incidents.
(With special mention to Z. for inventing this moment)
After a lengthy breakfast (as if I haven’t eaten enough yesterday) I went to see Scoop with Woody Allen and Scarlett Johansson. I’m not a big fan of Mr. Allen, but have to say that for a Sunday it was the perfect pick-me-up.
I also treated myself to a lovely printed t-shirt by Sway (http://www.sway.co.za)
After a grey and rainy day, ended by a culinary feast ( a whole six courses) I am greeted by a crispy autumn morning.
The Long Suffering Boyfriend (LSB) has treated me to a five star meal and a very expensive bottle of red wine last night (never say yes to the sommelier without checking the price of the bottle…).
The saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach” might not just ring true for the male species.
Miss Ballbreaker is getting ready for an evening of gastronomic pleasure with the Long Suffering Boyfriend (LSB).
