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IT’S NOT THE TRAGEDIES THAT KILL US, IT’S THE MESSES. — dorothy parker

 
 
 
 

All that glitters

shoes

it all ends up on the furniture, the rugs, everywhere

It’s been a busy stretch, with many events converging upon a three-week period. I’m behind in my reading of other sites. I’m slow in developing posts. I have another award to acknowledge. I have outdoor chores and indoor duties. I have co-op preschool responsibilities and freelance work deadlines.

On the weekends, rather than play catch-up, I’ve been traveling the corridors of color that deliver me from crazy-busy to relaxation, from the claustrophobia of the city to the expansive peace of the countryside. It’s my happy pill, my elixir.

For my little Girl from the East, peace and happiness are achieved with the simple act of slipping on a pair of glitter- encrusted ballet flats.

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5 Responses to “All that glitters”

  1. 1
    TeacherMommy:

    I think maybe I need a pair too… :D

  2. 2
    Libby:

    I am NOT looking forward to the day Meg wants a pair of those shoes…

  3. 3
    Mountain Momma:

    My daughter just got a pink pair of glitterly shoes like that and she absolutely LOVES them. We call them her princess shoes. I’m hoping she will surrender them once the snow starts falling.

  4. 4
    Small Town Small Times:

    With two daughters, I just bought a fifth pair of sparkle shoes. I swore I would never by them again — too much glitter everywhere — But how can a mother resist when they bring such happiness?

  5. 5
    Coco:

    Dude. I SO want a pair of sparkly ballet flats right now.

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