The quest for the perfect boot.

I'm picky. I freely admit it. But I wear boots almost every day in the winter and I have standards! The pair I have now is almost three years old and is quickly going the way of all flesh. Several seams are ripping out and it's just a matter of time before it bursts completely. So I find myself in a position I never like to be in; that of needing an item quickly-- not having the luxury of simply waiting till I find a good bargain and buying it then. So far I've looked at: Old Navy (and the website), Kohl's, Penney's, Belks, Ross, Walmart, Shoe Show, Payless Shoes, Rugged Wearhouse and a Google search. Nothing.

So here are my criteria:

2 inch heel (or less)
Midcalf height
Leather
Size 10
Roomy toes
Soft sole (rubber-like, so it doesn't "clicketty clack" all over the place)
Reasonably priced (like, about $10 would be great!)

In addition, the cut of the ankle part has to be somewhat roomy to fit in my lift (on the left boot), but not so roomy that the right ankle swims around in it.

I did buy a "stop-gap" pair at Rugged Wearhouse (and yes, I know that's not the correct spelling, but that's how they spell it!), but they're not quite what I want. Is it too much to ask that somewhere in the great internet universe there is a boot that fits these requests!!??!!

Here's one pair I found that I think are to die for cute, but waaay out of my price range:

http://www.piperlime.com/browse/product.do?cid=26661&pid=538752&scid=538752002

Sigh. Ah well, good things come to those who wait.... Right?

Things I am thankful for:

(in no particular order)
A wise and godly husband
A warm house
Christian friends
Hospitality
My daughter
"Chearee Piy"
Grace
Christ
Lots of yummy food
A car and money for gas
Time to do the things I love
Evenings
Early bedtimes for children
The fact that God opens the womb of the barren
My son
My sisters
My brother (God bless him....)
Godly parents
Grandparents
Great-grandparents

Go ahead, call me lame....

...and culturally ignorant, too, but I have just discovered Sting! :) I fully admit to my shameful neglect of the current music scene. My daily musical exposure is pretty much limited to the Twinkle Variations and various Disney Princess movie themes these days. But Polly has been here this week and I've fallen in love with the poetry in this man's music. I'm totally going to write the story behind the quick snapshot of "After The Rain Has Fallen" What a fascinating short glimpse into some gothic tale of romance and adventure.

I know, I know, I'm really too old for this teen-age obsession with a music group/artist, but seriously, folks, this guy is amazing. The lilting quality of "Moon Over Bourbon Street" is hauntingly beautiful and is still reverberating in my mind.

And he's a man of a thousand moods, too. I mean, seriously, compare "I Need You Like This Hole In My Head" (a ballad of the dolphin folk--not kidding) to "Fields of Gold". And the musical styles are just as diverse as the lyrics-- example: "Englishman In New York" (totally quirky nonsense) and the dolphin one (also very quirky) to the smooth lilt of "Fields of Gold" or "Bourbon Street".

Gosh, I could go on and on... But I won't. Suffice it to say, I feel that I have found a kindred spirit in the music world and now you all know what you can get me for Christmas! ;)

A new Soficism

Soficism: [so-fee-siz-um]

noun

A witty remark or sentence uttered by Sofi. As in:

"Oh Judah, you're as cute as a rug in a button!"



A textbook example of the mixed metaphor.

:)

Babies Breath

As a mother and a florist, I would like to formally register my objection to calling gypsophilia paniculata, "baby's breath". What a degradation to associate one of the most delectable fragrances known to man with a (dare I say it) weed currently relegated to prom corsages and "oops" bouquets where they are paired with blue carnations. (For those of you unaware of the phenomenon; "oops" bouquets are those $10 ones in Walmart that men buy on the way home from work on days they ("oops") forgot an important date, task, request, or some such thing. Also known as an "appeasement gift".) The breath of a breast-fed, fully sated, slightly sleepy baby is something much more akin to a delicate pink rose just opening to a golden glow in the deepest center. Ahhhh, bliss!!