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!
Posted by Geo on Wednesday, November 16, 2005