Gravitational surges

I do not fall, trip or stumble. Ever. I have a gene that is directly connect to the earth and occasionally (or not so occasionally) I experience a gravitational surge. This happens when gravity decides to grab me and pull down. And I fall down with it, or trip or stumble. It's never because I got the clumsy gene. Nope.

Also, in very exciting news. I found my box of shoes! Yay!

Now, this is not all my shoes, these are just the shoes I thought I could live without for a few months. I packed away all my loverly boots because it was summer and I was moving and it seemed a waste of space to unpack all my boots when I couldn't even wear them. But then I miss placed the box. It was horribly tragic.

And now my sisters cat is trying to eat them. I think I might find myself a loverly pair of cat skin boots. Kidding. Mostly, if he doesn't get away from my precious boots that might just become a reality. Stupid kitty.

It was a rather magically box. Not only had I packed my most prized shoes (the cutest pair of ankle boots ever. Ever!) but it also had my mini sewing machine and a box of dark brown hair dye. Which is really good because my friends wedding is coming up and my natural hair color is growing at the roots and making me look like a messed up piece of candy corn.

I also found my strappy 70s wedge sandals. They are super cute, super tall so I never wear them. Mostly my heels just sit in my closet and I put them on, walk around the house, decide I don't want a sprained ankle and I put them back. A rather sad existence for them, but just seeing them in the closet makes me feel better.

P.S. I want these shoes.

I found them here.