That bears repeating: A PAIR OF UGG SLIPPERS. New, except for some tiny little paint drips that came off with almost no encouragement at all. Black suede. Sheepskin-lined. My size. Two bucks. Nobody is going to tell me that there isn't a God. After such foot-related trauma, to find dreamy shoes (okay, what I want more are the boots, but who's complaining?) an hour later was a reminder to me that a sense of humor and a desire to comfort are definitely attributes of the Divine Nature. It was a funny, personal moment of "Hey, I see you" when I found those fluffy honeys on a rack in the D.I. shoe department. I've got happy feet!
16 November 2005
Ughs to Uggs
I forgot to mention yesterday that after my lake of fire and brimstone footbath therapy session I detoxed a little further by taking myself thrift shopping. I told myself I was going to do some Christmas gift hunting, but what was the first beautiful, shocking sight that met my eyes? Naturally, it was a present just for me (oh, and how often does that happen to you when you're out doing your altruistic shopping?): A PAIR OF UGG SLIPPERS. 
That bears repeating: A PAIR OF UGG SLIPPERS. New, except for some tiny little paint drips that came off with almost no encouragement at all. Black suede. Sheepskin-lined. My size. Two bucks. Nobody is going to tell me that there isn't a God. After such foot-related trauma, to find dreamy shoes (okay, what I want more are the boots, but who's complaining?) an hour later was a reminder to me that a sense of humor and a desire to comfort are definitely attributes of the Divine Nature. It was a funny, personal moment of "Hey, I see you" when I found those fluffy honeys on a rack in the D.I. shoe department. I've got happy feet!
That bears repeating: A PAIR OF UGG SLIPPERS. New, except for some tiny little paint drips that came off with almost no encouragement at all. Black suede. Sheepskin-lined. My size. Two bucks. Nobody is going to tell me that there isn't a God. After such foot-related trauma, to find dreamy shoes (okay, what I want more are the boots, but who's complaining?) an hour later was a reminder to me that a sense of humor and a desire to comfort are definitely attributes of the Divine Nature. It was a funny, personal moment of "Hey, I see you" when I found those fluffy honeys on a rack in the D.I. shoe department. I've got happy feet!
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I have the tan suedes courtesy of my mom, er, Santa last year. Unbelievably warm and cozy. Congratulations! [I love those finds! On my-life-as-a-movie, a big spotlight shines down on The Find and a heavenly chorus strikes a chord, singing "AHHHHHHH!")
My mom is one of those people who just have the knack for DI. She found me a matching changing table for $10.00. She found a $8,000 silver fox fur coat for $15.00. In her words "I just felt The Spirit telling me to go down that aisle."
Congrats on the Uggs; my favorite DI shoe find was a pair of cognac colored Ferragamos.
Yay for D.I., and yay for more Geo posts!
I actually had one of those very moments today, at an SF thrift store. I left with a big warm green sweater. I was looking for something for my mom-in-law, I was...
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