Soup Shoes

Today I was musing on my old soup shoes.  They are somewhere in my closet at the moment.  Since I am no longer sitting at the front desk, I no longer have to wear dress shoes to work.  Instead I wear sneakers most days, adding a touch of insanity to even my most normal outfit, and making the crazy ones look that much more dressed-in-the-dark-baglady-ludicrous. 

Good old soup shoes.  They were the high point of some of the outfits last year.  They were so named because one shoe had a slight stain, probably from some soup.  They made me look more homeless than usual, especially when paired with ugly trousers.  I looked like someone had dressed me out of a Salvation Army charity box.

I like my sneakers better, mostly because they are comfortable and help my feet stay warm.  I must be getting old, all my fashion is so clearly based on warmth and comfort.  And I now own about 80 scarves.

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trousers can be deceiving

Today's trousers: from this photo they look awfully normal.  I look awfully normal. 
Luckily, these trousers are deceiving.  I have Helena Bonham-Carter-eqse (HBC) hair (though it is admirably tamed, sort of) today.  It is Bride of Frankenstein hair.  It is epic.

And though I have had my V8 AND all my vitamins, I have pre-caffeine face.  A lot.  Strange hair, strange face, normal trousers.  It may be a strange day.

The apparent normalness of my trousers reminded me of something I came up with this summer: the ugliness of the elastic waistband of your soul.

Oh, and in other news... I seem to have a boyfriend.  Yep.  I have reacquired my beloved Mr. Cereal.  No more excruciating first dates for the foreseeable future.  I am ecstatic.  Not over the lack of first dates, which is great, but because I genuinely love Mr. Cereal.  And he does not mind (and indeed enjoys) if I talk about genocide, Stalinworld, etc.  I am a terrifically lucky girl, even if only for a brief time.  And I am happy.

Starting on the wrong foot

Today's trousers: fancy jeans
oh, and by "fancy" I mean: they have no holes, they are dark blue, and they fit.
The shirt that accompanies them: blue oxford shirt which also fits.

It is the shoes which complete the ensemble which are the subject of today's sermon blog.  I'm wearing sneakers (uh, trainers).  I told one of my bosses I was going on a date, that's why I'm dressed so nicely (i.e. wearing clothes that fit).
He said, "Oh, did you bring date shoes?"
I said, "These are my date shoes."
He looked at them again.  "Oh." With accompanying grimace.

(Even friends of mine are worried that these shoes send the wrong message.  I think they send a great message.  That message is: "Listen, pal, I'm sure you're nice and all, but I can kick you in the junk and run like the wind!")

I did recently buy some new shoes but they are more of a second date kind of thing.

Look, I do ok in the summer, I just wear a dress all the time.  But today I had to wake up (that in itself a horror show), fix my mophead (I am not even kidding!), and get ready for work.  Then I am supposed to figure out clothes! Jeez! The pressure!

I'm doing the best I can.

However.... tomorrow I will be going to see my awesome friend STELLA and drinking all the drinks.  (With plenty of time to look beautiful!) Neither one of us are excited about this at all.

(yeah, that's my mophead AFTER it's been fixed, by the way.  yikes)