Well, I missed Girl Talk last week because we were busy getting ready for The Fourth, and enjoying some family time since my husband was off work for a few days. Today we had the nicest summer weather we’ve had all season, and we were outside most of the day catching some rays and splashing in the pool. Tonight I need to spend some time on a project I’m working on for my husband, so this edition of Girl Talk will be pretty brief. Here’s a few “cute” things I found out on the web recently.
These Cupcake Bath Bombs from Sassy Pink Boutique look good enough to eat!
I found the Lil’ Evening Bag by Belle Bags at the Succulent Wife.
Liven up your next party with these Polka Dot Plates from Wrapables.
The Covet mary jane style shoe is part of Skechers line-up for fall. I need some new cool weather shoes, and these are definitely on my shopping list when sandal season comes to an end.
Poppies is just one of the unique women’s Tees offered by stellarocco. I may have to add this to the shopping list too.
Did you come across any unique or fun finds this week? Leave a comment and share!
“I don’t know who invented high heels, but all women owe him alot.” – Marilyn Monroe
We’re going on a field trip this week to The High Heel Shoe Museum. I came across this website last week. A cyber-shrine to woman’s favorite accessory, and the foremost lofty footwear authority on the web, it’s more a clearing house for shoe retailers all over the world than a museum. You’ll find hundreds of beautiful shoes, and links to the on line stores that sell them.
Many of the shoes are more like works of art than they are made for walking. For example, this red ballet style with a 7 1/2 inch spiked heel by Pierre Silber.
This steep baby blue shoe with a six inch heel from European retailer Elite Heels is sure to be the cure for flat arches.
There are slightly more practical shoes that you could actually walk in, like this elegant Brazilian shoe.
But it’s not just all about shopping. You’ll find the History of the High Heel Shoe and the controversy behind its true inventor. Did you know primitive high heels date back to earlier than 200 B.C.?
If you decide to purchase one of these pairs of outrageously high heels, you might find this page, How to Walk in High Heels useful. There you will learn important facts such as shoes with heels over five inches really aren’t intended for walking. It also says that the bigger your shoe size, the higher the heel you can manage with out falling on your face. It describes the proper carriage and posture for pulling off such a fierce pair of shoes as well.
There is a plethora of other information. A list of shoe making schools, a link to Shoe Fondue, a place to trade and sell used designer shoes, and even a section about that second most important accessory, purses. Also check out the Free Shoes Contest for a chance to win your own pair of sexy clodhoppers.
The High Heel Shoe Museum website is a little confusing to navigate. For easiest browsing use the Site Map.
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Happy Birthday to Me
My Birthday is just days away.
I’m turning 33.
33. On paper it’s kind of a ho-hum number with all it’s soft round curves. It’s divisible only by itself and the numbers one, three and 11. 11 is another of one those boring numbers. One more than 10, but not quiet enough to equal a nice full dozen. 33 is three years beyond the milestone age of 30, but seven long years away from 40. Seven long years to wonder if I’ll feel old at 40, or if Oprah’s right and 40 really is the new 30.
33 isn’t filled with exciting new possibilities like 16, 18 and 21. It isn’t a day filled with laughter and poking fun at yourself because you’re over-the-hill like 40, 50 and 60. It isn’t a day to look forward to peaceful years of retirement like 65. It isn’t a day when suddenly everyone sees you as wise like 70. It isn’t a day like 75 and all the birthdays after when you’re just happy to still be alive. It’s just… 33.
26 was the birthday that hit me hard. All my years growing up, 25 was, in my mind, the ideal age. I thought 25 was the age when everything all came together. 25 was pretty good, but it only lasted a year. So when 26 came around I was sad when I realized I’d never be my ideal age again.
It was also around my 26th birthday that I stopped being able to remember how old I was. Sometimes I have to really think about it. It takes some fuzzy math to come up with an answer. Am I 32? Maybe I’m already 33. I can’t remember. Lets see. I was born in 1975… 2008 minus 1975 is…, I was 18 when I graduated from high school in 1993 and my husband is two years younger than me, he’s 29 — no 30… I just turned 30 the spring after my son was born and he’s almost 3 1/2 so, um, 33, yes I’m going to be 33.
Surprisingly 30 wasn’t a difficult birthday for me at all. When I turned 30, I finally felt grown up. Like I was really an adult now. The carefree 20′s were behind me, and I was ready for real life and real responsibilities. I finally knew who I was and had enough wisdom and courage to be that person.
I’m holding on to 32 for a few more days. It sounds young the way the “oo” on the end of two rolls off the tounge. It looks young with the sharp corner and flashy straight line on the end of the 2. It says I’m still close enough to 29 to be hip and in-the-know.
It’s not that I’m afraid to get older. There’s enough hair color and Oil of Olay to stave off the physical aging process a few more years. Actually I owe a lot of my attitude about aging to my mother. I don’t remember ever hearing her lament about growing older or dreading an upcoming birthday. She’s never been embarrassed to tell anyone her age. I can’t recall her complaining about wrinkles or getting white hair. And the older she gets the younger that age seems. I once would have thought 61 was ancient. She’s anything but ancient. Age is a badge of honor to be worn proudly. All the scars, all the smiles, add up to a knowledge gained only from life’s successes and failures. A knowledge to be revered and celebrated. And learned from.
33 will pass quietly, an uneventful birthday, another tick mark on the calendar. And I’ll be dreaming of 35. Now there’s a number. Bold and strong. Neatly divisible by seven sets of five. Halfway to 40. 35 says I’ve been around the block a few times and now I really know what I’m doing.
Here’s to one more year!
In the Pink
This website is about as girlie as you can get. It combines two of my favorite things, shoes and the color pink. That’s right ladies there is an on-line store that specializes exclusively in pink shoes. Who knew? With 1608 items to choose from, the Pink Shoe Center has everything from heels to sneakers. Shipping is free both ways, so if the shoe doesn’t fit, return it without any hassle.
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