Monday
There's a rain/sleet/snow mixture falling today. All day.
I decided to ask Youngest to go with me to the mall. As you are aware, I never go to the mall, but Youngest is a great shopper.
He assisted in the purchase of these shoes
as Supergas are, generally speaking, The Shit.
I got these too...
as they were completely irresistible, make me tall, and are completely safe. I know they look a little Frankenstein-y here, but, believe me: while not graceful, they are lovely and fulfill the need for both oxford and height.
The shoe salesman (at Nordstrom, where people could not be nicer) and Youngest had a lovely time talking about shoes. (Youngest was wearing his Asian Givenchy Bondage Shoes).
Then we toodled around for a bit, trying things here and there and bemoaning the sudden and mysterious departure of the Anthropologie.
Youngest tried on this leather jacket at Zara,
as well as a breath-taking suit at Nordstrom.
He would very much like a Burberry tie.
His birthday is next.
He looks so fine in everything he tries on, that boy.
After shopping? This place.
Very nearly too hip.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Middle and K collaborate on some kind of Cuban pork dish for tomorrow.
Tuesday heralds the Return of Oldest.
Al. da*
*did I tell you about Al. da?
I decided to ask Youngest to go with me to the mall. As you are aware, I never go to the mall, but Youngest is a great shopper.
He assisted in the purchase of these shoes
as Supergas are, generally speaking, The Shit.
I got these too...
as they were completely irresistible, make me tall, and are completely safe. I know they look a little Frankenstein-y here, but, believe me: while not graceful, they are lovely and fulfill the need for both oxford and height.
The shoe salesman (at Nordstrom, where people could not be nicer) and Youngest had a lovely time talking about shoes. (Youngest was wearing his Asian Givenchy Bondage Shoes).
Then we toodled around for a bit, trying things here and there and bemoaning the sudden and mysterious departure of the Anthropologie.
Youngest tried on this leather jacket at Zara,
as well as a breath-taking suit at Nordstrom.
He would very much like a Burberry tie.
His birthday is next.
He looks so fine in everything he tries on, that boy.
After shopping? This place.
Very nearly too hip.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Middle and K collaborate on some kind of Cuban pork dish for tomorrow.
Tuesday heralds the Return of Oldest.
Al. da*
*did I tell you about Al. da?
Comments
jo
I LOVE THE SHOES YOU GOT.
Youngest is who is the sh!t. What a cutie. Burberry. :)
I want to collabor-EAT the Cuban pork dish.
And no, no mention of Al. da. Do. tell!
jbhat
And I love those shoes. My mum, who is not a tall woman, used to live in wedges. She was very sad when they went out of fashion in the '80s.
But. Nowhere near the awesomeness of the Asian Givenchy bondage shoes. Sorry. Youngest trumps Bb it appears ...