My Left Foot
Nope, it’s not capable of works of art. Instead, I’ve just managed to do something funky to it so it’s been in pain for over a week now. The thirteen mile run this weekend probably didn’t help (although I technically only ran eleven of those miles and limped the other two). I thought buying new running shoes would cheer it up. Unfortunately, the only color Top to Top (great running store in Santa Monica) had left in my shoe style was “bubblegum pink.” Too lazy to go elsewhere, I bought them anyways. I’ll be the embarrassed looking one running in Santa Monica next week.
Am still looking for a brownish purse. Saw some beautiful leather ones by Mulberry this weekend, all of which were at least $1,000 – well over my splurge spending limit. It’s a sad, sick world we’re living in when beautiful things made from dead animals cost over $1,000. There was a New York Times article recently about the high-end purse phenomenon (it’s archived so I won’t bother linking to it). Favorite quotes from the article include: “For some women, finding the right bag is as important as oxygen” and “A bag is sort of like a portable house. It represents you.”* Seriously though? Seriously?
I picked up an FDR biography this weekend. It’s over 1,300 pages so there’s a good likelihood I’ll never finish it. I think I’m a pretty fast reader, but my fickleness will almost gaurantee that I’ll be finished with my FDR obession long before I actually finish this biography.
Oh, and speaking of obsessions, I saw Serenity again. Don’t laugh.
*I wonder what this Dooney & Bourke bag says about its owner? Caution: This is a link to what is possibly the ugliest bag I’ve ever seen.
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