I felt a COOL, DRY (!) breeze gently blowing against my skin. And I felt cold.
Fall showed up today. And I pray that it stays for a long, long while. Instantly after stepping outside today, I had a strong urge to go buy a pumpkin. And drink apple cider. As a compromise, I brought out my Body Shop Cranberry Home Fragrance Oil, and heated some up so my house would smell like Fall incarnate. I opened windows. And, my neighbor and I grabbed the kiddos and headed to the park down the street where Ezra displayed his mad skillz by repeatedly going down the slide with his eyes closed. What pizazz!
I feel so happy today, because I know that an end to the humid, heat-soaked days is in my sights...
Last night, after Ezra went to bed, Chris and I started working on background vocals for Joel's latest album that they just recorded in Kansas City a couple of weeks ago. We decided that the occasion called for some diva shots.
We were convinced of our hilarity. Absolutely CONVINCED. Although, now, looking back after a good night's sleep, perhaps we were mistaken?
In other news, I finally spent my online Target gift card that my brother and his wife got me for my 25th b-day. I got these two things:
A chocolate brown duvet cover, and a pair of shoes.
I am so excited to get them in the mail. And, can I just say, I have NO idea what has come over me lately as far as shoes are concerned? I have NEVER EVER EVER been a "shoe girl". The extent of my interest in shoes used to be that I would replace my cheapy flipflops with another pair of cheapy flipflops after they disintegrated off of my feet. I never cared much about shoes. So, what's with the sudden shoe fascination?! I don't usually have a whole lot of extra cash to actually buy shoes, but I LOVE to look at them and imagine buying them- I love to imagine strutting around town with them hugging my feet.
I feel like I talk about shoes on this blog almost as much as I talk about diet coke. Has it really come to this?
Is this merely a rite of passage that all women must go through in order to reach true adulthood? Is it really true that ALL WOMEN love shoes? I never used to believe it. But now, I'm not so sure.
I never thought I'd say it. But, I love shoes. They make me weak in the knees! (some of the taller varieties, quite literally.)