I think I mentioned that I have a very cool shoe calendar on my desk. Photos were requested, so here's a sampling:
As you can see, some are more practical than others. We have a lot of fun at work critiquing the aesthetic and practical merits of each. I seem to like the ones from the 18th century, the 1920s-1940s and the 1980s. My shoes these days are not very exciting, but I can still appreciate looking at all types.
It's hard to come up with blog fodder these days. I feel like I don't do much, although Girl-child disagrees with me. I told her this story over the phone tonight and she thought it was very funny….
…I went to an awesome party last weekend. A ballet mom (from the old days) has these amazing parties to which I sometimes get invited. Last weekend's bash had a travel theme. Everyone was to wear something (a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing or whatever) from a trip. It makes for a great ice breaker and interesting stories. I met another AFSer who went to Italy in the 1970s - I went to Venezuela the summer of 1977. There were a ton of really interesting women there. Great party.
Anyway, I took the bus to the party since it was easy and close, and that way I could have two glasses of wine (yes, I really let my hair down sometimes). The bus driver apparently took a shine to me and was pulling out a treat to gift me before I got off. I said, "Oh, is it a dum-dum?!?" (They gave these out to kids at the liquor store when I was little and they still did at Lunds and Haskells when my kids were little). And the driver replied, "Would I give a dum-dum to a lady? What kind of a message would that be sending?!?"
This is what he gave me:
A Blow-Pop. I'm not sure what to think.
Since it seems like a bad idea to accept candy from a stranger, even at my advanced age, I've decided to just leave it in my bag. Makes me giggle every time I see it.