Can we all take a moment of silence to honor my very favorite shoes? t seems like saying goodbye to a ratty old pair of shoes with holes in the soles and scuffs on the toes should be easy. And yet...they kept my feet dry in India, warmed my tootsies throughout the UK, and accompanied me on my first cross-country road trip in the US. But, today they went into the garbage bin. And I'm not ashamed to admit—I cried a little. Goodbye, Favorite Shoes. I miss you already. Love, Colleen #SecondBestSelf#separationanxiety . . . . #ecco#favoriteshoes#blackflats#teary#perimenopause#midlife#over40#emptynesters#styleover40
I woke up with a migraine yesterday (What the Hell!?), but still managed to get my ass out the door (wearing the adorable skirt I scored at a thrift store last week for $5.50!) and all the way to San Diego for a writing workshop where I almost punched a guy for continually interrupting the female (40x published) instructor to add his stupid 2 cents. Oh. My. God. I couldn't tell him to shut up, though, because I'm too nice. Dammit.