Monday, April 30, 2012

Those red heels

I walked past the display window. And in the passing a streak of red hits the corner of my eye. I walk back and see an awesome pair of red heeled pumps. They were brilliant. Shining in the midst of other shoes. It was as if fires had been condensed and given shape.  It just pulls me in. I go into the shop and ask for it in my size. The last pair. Mine and mine only.
I wear it to the party that night. Everyone asks me about it. Compliments me about it. They tell me how gorgeous my legs look. They tell me I seem more confident. Then you come up and tell me they are horrible. You make fun of it all night long. I am disgusted. I have never seen you this cruel in all of the 10 years I have known you. I don't like this side of you. Nor do I like these pumps anymore.
I return it to the shop the next day. They refuse to pay me the entire amount. I come back with half of what I spent. Those words still ring in my ears. I take a breath and smile at the man with coffee sitting next to me. The day goes on.
Those red shoes are incredible. They are fantastic. They make me follow you the entire evening and night. I can not think of anything but them. When you walk by I look at your legs. I want them. I taunt you, I tease you. I make you angry.It may even break our friendship. I want those pumps. You tell me you returned them. That afternoon I go to the shop. It is half price. I grab the box pay the money and come to the office. Nestled in tissue paper next to my computer are those red heeled pumps.

Friday, April 27, 2012

The W's

# How does the hair of a model endorsing the same product I use look way more shinier than mine? Does she use a different product in real life?

My lucky day

You know those people you see on TV winning a lot of money. You read about those lucky fellows winning a luxury cruise, a new house or a new car. I often wonder how true they really are.  I have never been that lucky. I have dreamed of it, yes. But no I have never been that lucky.
This morning I had a feeling. That I was going to be lucky. Truly and genuinely lucky. It is unshakable. It is after all our wedding anniversary- the one day I actually got lucky. To marry my love. And somehow the day is brighter, the birds sing sweeter. I wear the shirt that I got married in. She is in the bath. I shout through the bathroom door and blow kisses. I leave whistling. 
I go to a shop.I buy a ticket. I scratch it. My anticipation builds when I scratch the last number. No. I did not win. Maybe next time. I buy a locket- a silver one for my wife. The feeling is still there though.
In the evening, I tell her of my day.I give her the locket. She seems thoughtful. And then she smiles-"Maybe it is your lucky day."
How could he do this? After all these years, he ditched me. He ditched me for his wife! How did I trust him. I should have let him go when I got married. I should have just made do with who I married. All those years of slinking and stealth and he ditches me for his wife. And my husband- he got me a silver locket. For crying out loud!! And babbling about some feeling of his... I married him because I thought I was pregnant and turns out I was just late. Oh well, the neighbor does seem hot. Let us see how that goes..

Monday, April 23, 2012

#52

When moving houses, never use the same kind of bag to tie up the needed items and trash. This saves a trip to the dumpster to check if the needed items have been trashed!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

#107

Elves maybe Santa's little helpers, but with kids around, there are more clothes on the floor and more junk in the suitcase.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The W's

# What happens when you meet another person who's wearing the same dress as you in the same shop you bought it?

# What happens when you see a person of the opposite gender wear the same outfit as you and it suits them much better?