The Shooz, I Has Them
And thus my Payless budget ran smack into the Fluevog sale. There was procrastination and lusting after the webpage every few days, budgets were shuffled around in a shell game, the futile hunt for a suitable, cheaper, less awesome alternative. Topher finally mentioned how upset I'd be if I didn't get them, if I missed the sale, or if I waffled too long and entered February (my month of Shopping-Detox) and let them stock out, I'd be a CrankyGnat.
Then I was elated, shopping bag swinging off the end of my arm, skipping around the rest of the day. Well, at least until I bumped into THESE.
Practical? Heck no. Cheap? Meh, sorta. Comfy? Rather surprisingly, yes. But the shoe-purchasing floodgates had been opened, the twinkle in my eye confirmed my intentions, and I now own a pair of heels not really possible in Newtonian physics. What the hell. We had visited AsiaSF a few nights prior, and my fascination with the glamorous femininity of the men, er, ladies that served us drinks held me in a trance. Sure, there was some strategic padding and shaving involved, but it was amazing to see what a few good accessories and a great strut could accomplish. These beauties were as good as mine.
So that's the news in shoes.
In a trying-not-to-jinx-it-way, I've been cutting back on the cycling, limped my booty back to Crossfit and am trying the gym's 30-day Paleo challenge. Nothing to report yet except that I haven't had a lack of great things to eat; I even survived a lick-smacking adventure to Umami Burger without a hitch. Will spill the beans (heh) on final results when the time comes.