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I’m Not Sure How to Take This

I live in a small town.  There aren’t many reasons to get dressed up here.  And my husband and I aren’t invited to many of the reasons to get dressed up.  Perhaps I should look into that.

So I don’t dress up often.  This fact is always accentuated by how surprised people are to see me with my hair curled and my eyes with a “smokey” look.  People, who see me all the time, pause when they see me at fundraisers.  I’ve had 2 people not even recognize me.

I’m not sure what this means.  It may mean nothing at all.  But seeing as I interpret hitting four green lights in a row as a sign from God, I’m pretty sure people not recognizing a 5’ 10” redhead because my hair is curled and I’m wearing make-up has life changing significance.  And I think the life change is that I need to start wearing heels to Target.

(It’ll be ok.  I don’t walk well in heels but I can lean against the cart.  I’m pretty sure this will cut down sprained ankles by 50%.  Which means I should always have one good ankle.)

I was thinking of wearing make-up while working out, but that would just be stupid.

My normal look. Maybe I should wear the pink socks with the heels. They help with circulation.

Becoming James Bond

I’m a stay at home mom of 3 kids.  I spend my days telling people to put their shoes away and flush the toilet.  This isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.

And sometimes I long for glamor.

So occasionally, I base my decisions on one question:

What would James Bond do?

(I like to pretend everyone does this.)

I bought a new piece of luggage from REI because REI is about adventure and taking a trip on the ‘wild’ side.  Of course, I’ve never actually seen Bond with luggage.  And my bag is orange because it’s easier to identify and Bond would probably use black.  But he doesn’t fly commercial.

I’ve also been looking for a watch that I can wear underwater to 200 feet just in case I’m being chased on a rooftop and my only solution is to dive into the ocean – to a depth I would probably die at without slow pressurization.  At the same time, I like switching my watches according to my moods.  Watches that can go 200 feet are REALLY expensive.  I would have one.  For the rest of my life.

I’ve tried running in heels as well, but that’s just stupid.

Becoming James Bond may not be an obtainable goal for me.

My kids are going to be really disappointed.

Remember these shoes? These are gorgeous shoes. You do not run in these shoes. You stand in them while looking condescending at people not in these shoes.