I had a hard time coming up with a guilty pleasure to photograph. I live so wide open, and I don’t guilt myself over life’s little pleasures. If there’s something that makes me happy, even if it’s something that other people may not really understand, I’m totally okay with that. So I went to Damon, and he gave me this ‘you really have to ask’ look, and said “Your ponies!” LOL
So here are a few members of my Applejack collection:
Applejack was my most loved pony when I was a little girl. I thought she was the loveliest of all the My Little Ponies. And while she was portrayed as a bit of a klutz on My Little Pony and Friends (the 80’s tv show), she was always “Princess Applejack” to me – she ruled over all my herd with a sweet and gentle hoof. 😉 So it’s with relish that I continue collecting Applejack, and even though she’s not my favourite of the new G4, Friendship is Magic, ponies she’ll always have a special place in my heart.
Well, we are almost through January, and I’ll admit… the last few photos may pose an additional challenge – seeing as how we leave for Disney World before dawn on Monday. But I’ll get’r done (as Applejack would say).
Ready for a more-than-you-needed-to-know reveal? 😉 If not, you may want to skip this next part because we’re gonna talk FEET.
When I was a kid, I was obsessed with heels… mostly because beautiful, sophisticated women wore heels. So by the time I was twelve I was a perfectionist on the matter. I, very honestly, spent HOURS walking empty hallways perfecting the click click click of the heels as they touched the hard surface. Not too heavy, not too light, just the right rhythm. Hours. Upon. Hours. Every week. Remember the word obsessed? I wasn’t exaggerating.
Fast forward to my 29th year and pregnancy. My feet didn’t just swell a little, they BALLOONED! And by the time my thirtieth birthday hit I couldn’t even wear flip flops. The only shoes my feet could fit into were dawgs – and we’re talking the old school original dawgs, the butt ugly ones. And even those, by the end of the day would leave imprints on my feet. It was ridiculous.
Before that, I had vowed never to wear anything so nasty on my feet… but had little choice in the matter. We’re not a barefoot society, and it was either dawgs or nothing. So I sucked up what little pride I had left and got used to the idea.
I’ll admit it, I’ll never be without a pair of original dawgs again. They may be ugly as sin, but jeeze. There is no footwear out there that is more comfortable – and they are made right here in Saskatoon. Thankfully, the company has expanded and is now producing a whole line up of much better looking shoes. From sandals to boots to ballet flats to golf cleats and even reinforced work boots with firestone treads. Yep. We’ve become a dawgs family. Even Damon owns two pairs. Of course, the girl and I each own five or six different styles. LMAO But there is still nothing that can compare to a pretty pair of pumps.
I went years without owning a decent pair of fabulous heels. My feet never did quite recover from pregnancy, and while I still wear a 5/6, I now need a 5/6 W (for wide). It’s not too often you can find a pair of pumps that will fit my feet. But last month? I stumbled across the cutest pair while Mom, Jewles, Lily-Ann, and I were out thriftstore shopping. I was shocked. They are just sooo stinking cute. And while my feet are sooo not accustomed to four inch heels, I couldn’t resist them. Chances are they’ll only ever be worn outdoors once or twice a year… but I’ll admit to having worn them around the house on a few occasions already. They really do make me feel fabulous (even if they make me work in ways I’m not willing to admit to). 😉
So here they are, my very favourite pair of shoes:
Now that was a fun challenge. Who’d a’thunk “your shoes” would be such a gooder. 😉
Rogers, who we are registering as Aes Sidhe Captain America, left us to go live with his forever family. Of course, they have a thirty day trial period to ensure things work out first, but I’m confident in this placement. I really do think he’s a perfect fit for them… and the picture they sent me earlier this evening – of him all snuggled in for a snooze under his new Daddy’s chin, the two of them laying together on the couch – just further cemented it.
It’s always a weird few days after someone leaves. Whether it’s a puppy going to their forever home, or a client dog who is returning home after being a part of our pack for several months… when someone leaves the entire dynamic of the house shifts. And that’s happening here now.
So… onto today’s challenge: “in your bag”.
My bag used to be a purse. Because I used to be a girl. Now I’m a mom, and more fierce than any girl… Grrrl, gurl, or Woman works for me. And my bag is not a purse… it really is a bag. And instead of a compact, lip colour, and moisturizer I carry a spare pair of pajamas for the kid, snacks, reusable bags, cloth pads, and cute princess and fairy bandages.
A person’s bag (if they carry one) can reveal a lot about that person. You really do get a real quick glimpse into their life and the things that are important to them. Amidst the papers and bits of “stuff” one just naturally accumulates (that needs to be cleared out every so often) are bits of treasure and parts of a life well lived, or wasted, depending on your point of view.
Tomorrow? “Something you’re reading”. After that? “Happiness”. Something that having all the right things in your bag can help ensure… at least when you have a little one about. 😉
Friday’s challenge was “where you sleep”, and before Lily-Ann goes off to school it looks less like a place to sleep and more like some crazy play space. Some days we read, craft, play, eat, etc on the bed in the morning – generally just on a lazy morning. And we happened to have just such a morning on Friday. So here is my bed, after I got home from walking the girl to school, before I cleaned it back up and returned it to a place actually suitable for sleeping:
Today the challenge was “close-up”. Now, I had taken a picture of a book I had sitting on my desk… one I really enjoy… but Damon thought it might be nicer to grab a snapshot of one of the ornaments on our tree (and yes, it’s still up… we haven’t found a storage box for the ornaments yet – first year with a full size tree, remember?). And after doing just that, I think he was right. Much more fun and colourful:
Let’s see what we can expect to see tomorrow: