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When I let my cat go outside, she stays pretty close to home because she's the epitome of scaredy-cat. Not only is she afraid of most people if they aren't G or me, she's incredibly territorial when she sees another cat and begins yowling and hissing and emitting sounds as if she's being mutilated. When this happens and she's outside, one of us has to run out and scare the offending cat away while my little black terror runs back inside to hide in our basement bedroom. In fact, she gets so spitting mad when she sees other cats that sometimes she is afraid of her own reflection in the dark and wakes us up to kitty death sounds. Unfortunately, we have fully mirrored closet doors so there is no avoiding her seeing her own reflection. Oh, my adorable, stupid cat.  But when I do let her go outside, she usually eats a bunch of super tasty lawn which inevitably upsets her stomach until she runs into the house and pukes up a little gooey green clump. Because god forbid she...

too far?

{ toms orange linen classics } All right, so after a month of hmming and haaing over those Toms shoes that are so awesome because they donate a pair of shoes to a needy child when you buy a pair, I caved and bought a pair of Orange Linen  ones. I originally thought they were kinda ugly. And, well, they are kinda ugly, even a little grandma, but they're kinda ugly in a cute way, right? (Please tell me I'm not turning into a hipster.) The main problem is that they sell them at Whole Foods and I go to Whole Foods often for, you know, food. I have for the most part been able to make the sign of the cross to the vampiric gifty sections and bakery sections and le crueset sections. I only buy some cheese and a lot of 365 brand organics and bulk flours, etc. But after days and days of walking by the end-cap that held the rotating stock of these Toms , I finally had a co-shopper, my mom, there to say, yes they are cute. Usually, by myself, I'm just indecisive enough to wuss out ...

bad influence

just five minutes of trolling the blogs and I end up buying shoes. you all are dangerous. what lace and likes posted: {seychelles via lace and likes } what I bought:  {the seychelles that I bought on endless }

such a hasbeen

{ swedish hasbeens } the most comfortable heels I've ever owned are my dansko clogs. they may not be real heels but considering they add an extra two inches, I say they count. as someone who spent years tromping around in dansko clogs, slinging coffee and waiting tables they were the only shoes that didn't make my knees and hips ache after eight to ten hours on my feet. since I've given that up for an office job where I sit on my booty all day ballet flats have replaced clogs as my standard footwear. however, recently I had three pairs of trousers hemmed by a professional (not because I can't do it, but because I don't like to). they are all still a little long for ballet flats because she insisted that I needed to wear a short heel with my pants. well now all of my pants are either too long, too short, too small or, well, just fit, but are one of the too long or too short. and then I saw swedish hasbeens . sigh. so so cute, and just a tad out of my price range. ...

framboise

oh anthropologie, how you get me into trouble. { here }

more shoes (will this never end)

So if the dress is midnight/navy blue, and I want orange shoes... what do you think? These are Miz Mooz Sensei pumps from Endless.com .

oh elusive orange shoes...

I know you exist, and I thought that orange was the new it color. I found all of these at Zappos . But then in all the wrong colors: Top photo courtesy {ritzy bee blog} .

pink

chie mihara shoes at coclico . They won't do for my wedding but aren't they gorgeous?

I was so certain I wanted dahlia's...

But I'm in love with this orchid bouquet! From Bridget and Justin's wedding on Jose Villa 's wedding photo blog. As found from an inspiration board on Green Wedding Shoes . I love those shoes in this board!

it's all about the shoes

and the art deco invitations from Wiley Valentine that I am certain I could never afford.