Thursday, April 19, 2007

Balm in Gilead

There seems to be so much evil, hatred in the world these days that I am simply left speechless. I'm fairly certain that this is not a new thing, but I guess I'm finally old enough now to look outside my own small little universe and see what's really going on. But I don't. Not really. When faced with the horror of something like Virginia Tech, I shut down. I put my head in the sand and hide. I don't think about it, because to think about it is to feel it, and to feel it is unthinkable. Add to that months of hard work, long hours of study, and pushing myself till I'm too tired to form comprehensible thoughts and punctuate it with a disappointing performance on an exam that should have been easier than it was. Add to that a toddler who has taken the crazy pill and decided that screaming "No Mummy!", pushing and kicking, and emptying out every cupboard/drawer/desk available are the funniest things in the world...and I'm done.

When things get bad, I start to obsess about something completely unrelated. Mr Earth calls it "glomming on to something", but it's really keeping my sanity in by finding something - anything - that makes me happy. Here is my new obsession:


I saw these while on my lunch break the other day, and my heart started racing. They're sexy. They're red. They have 3.5 inch heels! I feel excited just thinking about buying them. But would you? First off, they're just over $100. Secondly, I don't wear heels all that often. Okay, I don't wear heels at all, really. I only wear them when we go out somewhere fancy, and we really don't go fancy places all that much anymore. I could wear them to work, I guess, but I doubt I would. I'm one of those people on What Not to Wear that think wearing Skechers to work is acceptable. (I do, and I have.) They seem rather excessive and impractical - two things I am not.

So can I justify buying heels simply to assuage my broken spirit? And that's how I feel. Broken. Tired. I've been driving the car for what seems like forever, and I want someone else to take the wheel for a bit. I want to sit in the passenger seat and soak up the sun. I want to be driven somewhere where it's sunny and warm all the time, not just days that I'm stuck indoors working. And my, those red shoes would look really nice lounging around on the end of my feet as we drive off into the sunset.

Wouldn't they?

14 comments:

Mayberry said...

Heck yeah, they would!

Beck said...

They're BEAUTIFUL! Nice reasonable heel, gorgeous colour, classic lines. Buy those. You could wear 'em with jeans, skirts, dresses - I wear heels ALL THE TIME.
Honestly, if I ignore that "I love you" urge, I always regret it. You don't want to be haunted by shoes.

Suz said...

They are adorable. And they're seriously calling your name. I can hear it from here: "noomoo... nomooooooooo"

kgirl said...

you sure freakin can.

those shoes are h-o-t, and they'll look great on you, even if you only wear them twice in the next five years.

Susanne said...

I know exactly how you feel. I have been obsessed with pursees for the last week.

I find that just looking at gorgeous things like those shoes (and they are gorgeous) often is enough to soothe my nerves. Just imagine having to walk more than three steps in them for a start.

I try to look at them as if they were art.

Mad Hatter said...

Miss M and the Boy, not surprisingly, have hit the same stage. It's like she's 11 months old again. Every cupboard, every drawer every freakin' container gets emptied. Only now, unlike those baby days, emptying for empty's sake is not enough. She must constuct her own order in the chaos as if a ladle and wooden spoon set over top cross-hatched chops sticks makes sense of the world for her.

Not unlike your desire for shoes: order in the chaos. I wish I could offer advice on that one but I can't. My shoe obsession was taken from me years ago. I can soothe myself now though, b/c knowing I have the leg length discrepency means that I can imagine that I have been walking around in one high heel my entire life. Sweet.

NotSoSage said...

I get that, too. I can't understand it and have been trying to deconstruct it for some time. Why is it when I'm sad or stressed out, I want to shop? Isn't that just the saddest statement on growing up in a capitalist system you've ever heard? (This is what runs through my head as I walk through the store.)

Those shoes are beauts. I ruin shoes so quickly, though, that I have become a woman in comfortable shoes...buying based on quality, hardiness and practicality rather than oooh that's sexy. Darn. Have fun, if you decide to do it! I'll live vicariously through your sexy shoes.

crazymumma said...

I say buy them.

Sometimes balm for our sorry soul can be as simple as putting on a pair of sexy shoes.

I'll wear my cowboy boots tho'. They give me the same strut in my stride....

Mimi said...

Hell yeah. Buy the shoes. Are they Steve Maddens? I have a bit of a thing for shoes ...

You'll feel tall, you'll feel long-legged, you'll feel girly (because you'll be mincing). Awesome.

Word of caution: don't drive in those shoes. It takes a bit of getting used to, driving in heels, and you risk kinda wrecking them (ask me: I drive standard. Not in heels).

Whee! Soothe the sole. Er, ... soul

mamatulip said...

Yes, they would. Have you bought them yet?

You know I know how you feel. Hang in!

Gabriella said...

Oh my. I have to have those shoes NOW! Even though I'm not a heel girl anymore. Please buy them for yourself!!! They're great shoes!

bubandpie said...

I am not a shoe person. I have waxed poetic before on the subject of how much I hate shoe-shopping, how I totally don't see the appeal.

Except. those. shoes!!!

They even make me gasp and clutch my heart.

Kyla said...

BUY THEM! You totally deserve it!

Mary G said...

Adding another 'buy them' vote. If you don't, you'll always think about the lost opportunity. I don't think wanting something is particularly capitalist, because the think longed for can be anything - non-buyable like waves breaking on a beach, intangible like wanting the sun to shine.
I say, when the longing hits, if it's gettable, get it.