Shoes I Like

When my friends heard that I have a blog, they immediately assumed that I blog about shoes. I don't blame them; what's not to love! I guess I picked up a few things from my sister, who owns a zillion pairs.
But, really, my blog would be on the blank side. Shoes may tickle the hell out of my fancy, but let's face it, not the most promising topic of discussion. Lemme give it a shot anyway.
Let's see... I admire heels from afar but I'd wobble and fall flat on my face, rather ungracefully might I add. Hey, at 5'5" I'm still taller than most people anyway. Gladiator sandals are my best friend. Wedges, if I'm in a daring mood. I doubt I'll ever sport stilettos in this lifetime. These feet were made to be planted firmly to the ground!
Unfortunately, being the impulsive buyer that I am & having an eye for pretty things, a lethal combination, I still buy shoes that require less than 10 feet of walking. Reality is, like a really hot boyfriend, great joy is derived from having shoes that other women would kill for. Even if they're murdering your feet one toe at a time. (I don't care what anyone says, women are mistresses of poker faces!) You call it vanity, I call it being a woman. It's the little things that make life better. Sometimes those little things come in sky-high heels.
What I've never understood is women who insist on torturing themselves with heels they can hardly walk in. Honey, even in the sexiest of heels, you'll still look like a fool if you're limping awkardly & sticking out your ass to find balance. Sooo not worth the blisters!
So, I'm not exactly a Fashion Guru, but I can say that I can tell my elbow from my ass in that area. Plus, there are two ways of making me smile no matter what the situation; feeding me chocolate, & getting me a new pair of shoes. And they say women are complicated...huh!

Fifty Shades

I can't believe I've taken this long to blog about the novel that has had me obsessing over it, and quite frankly entranced.
I know when most people hear you're reading Fifty Shades of Grey, they immediately think it's for the, uh, PG 21 content, because, let's be real here, it's smut.
Truthfully, I've never come across such a book, and I read. A lot. There's just something about it that makes it almost impossible to resist it or do much else until you read it all.
Okay, that and the fact that E L James' depiction of Christian Grey makes you wanna be an Ana. I mean, let's face it, for a novel character, he sounds yummy! Actually, that's probably the appeal of the book. He's painted as the dream man every woman didn't even know she wanted.
*In other news, I'm advocating for Matt Bomer as Christian Grey. Totally the role he was born for.*
So, call in sick, curl up in your favorite armchair, unplug your phone and get to reading, Prepare to lose touch with reality for a few days.
"Erotic, amusing & deeply moving, the Fifty Shades Trilogy is a tale that will obsess you, possess you & stay with you forever."
As the beautiful CEO deliciously puts it,

Laters baby ;)

Forgive & Forget

Forgiveness...readily received, hardly given, rarely sincere. We live in a world where we're each aware of our own imperfections yet we are unwilling to acknowledge the presence of each others'. If I wrong you,you must understand that I,as a human being,make mistakes therefore I am entitled to receive pardon for my shortcomings,while you,on the other hand,deserve no such right. Nasty mentality,isn't it!
Then comes the tricky part,the part II of the sequil; forgetting. I'm amazed at how people may claim to have granted forgiveness yet the misdeed will be brought up every chance they get. You may or may not realise it,but it is a way of saying "You wronged me,therefore you are forever indebted to me".
Grudges are a burden to the soul. You may think that it is a form of punishment to the person who wronged you, but you may be very surprised that, unlike you who is constantly replaying the "ordeal" in your head, the person may have forgotten all about the incident & is happily carrying on with their lives, oblivious to your misery. I got this from Buddha, apparently;

'Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.'

The season of Lent is a period of reconciliation. Believe me, there is no greater Easter present you could give to another than the words "I forgive you". There is nothing more liberating.

Be blessed.