Confession: I have boots that I like more than some people. And before you judge me, let’s talk about the boots. They have a bit of an elevated sole, are coal black and are soft suede. They zip up to my knee and do everything you wish magic boots could do. I mean, Cinderella wishes she had shoes like this. When I wear them my legs look longer, I feel three feet taller and suddenly everything I say becomes witty, important and/or insanely insightful. In these boots I’m pretty sure I could keep my own with Stephen Hawking, they are just that great. I’m guaranteed a sigh of happiness every time I look down. They look perfect with skirts, dresses or jeans and I’m pretty sure they would even complement a wedding dress. In short, they are perfect. They are the George Clooney of my shoe collection.
I’m wearing them today, thus- boots are: X
Confession: For me, good hair days are better than Prozac. I’m not talking about the manageable good hair day, or the one that becomes good after 10 minutes of straightening/curling/pleading/blowdrying/concocting a recipe of gel,mouse and/or hairspray- I’m talking about the good hair that just starts out awesome. The one where you wake up and you think, ‘what the hell?! Is this really my hair? God does love me!” sort of hair day that prompts you to run all your errands you put off just so you can hopefully run into people. The sort of hair day I imagine Reese Witherspoon wakes up everyday having and that Britney won’t ever again. This hair day happened to me today. It’s shiny, with volume and it just feels longer today (and having it feel long is an important part of it looking great). I suspect it’s not likely to happen again before 2012 so I’m considering going to get head shots taken at Sears.
Anyway, fantastic hair day is: Y
Confession: “Irreplaceable” is on my ipod and I love it. (This is where the word ‘confession’ actually becomes relevant). I’m pretty sure when I sing along I sound even better than Beyonce and that I become the first person on the face of the Earth who actually looks cool singing with their eyes closed. Seriously. I don’t know what it is about that song but I could listen to it all the time.
Feeling like I could win a Grammy with todays sing-a-long: Z
Today I found myself coming out of the photocopy room at work wearing my boots with the shiny hair when the Z song came on my ipod. I didn’t walk down the hall way- I strutted through the gaggles of college girls and boys, like a rock star without the drug addiction or entourage. I assume the students who stared were looking at my great hair, although in hindsight maybe it was because I was singing out loud.
Spring may not be outside, but today it’s in my step.