Do you take a daily drive to work or have a specific daily routine? I do and I sometimes get so plugged into the routine that I need to take a moment and think about the details that become all too easy to overlook. It's all in the details as they say. So, I thought I would share a few details from my routine.
After I get home from work I have to take off my socks and shoes. Sometimes I take them off at work...as long as there are no meetings at the office. Anyway, when I get home off come the shoes, the socks and I change from work clothes into my comfortable clothes. My toes spend much of the day longing to be free and their liberation is a daily joy. I am one of those weird people who uses their feet like extra hands, so wearing shoes is akin to wearing boxes over my hands. Why oh why can't people just accept that I want to use my feet like a monkey? I wish it were socially acceptable.
Eric and I listen to records. We have the ipod and all of that, but we began to lament the loss of the experience of an album. We had our ipod on continual shuffle and never sat down with an album and really listened to it anymore. Well, at least until we got crazy with the records. We are always on the lookout for records at thrift stores and garage sales. Since we listen to music mainly from the 1970s and 1980s there are always records floating around.
My parents got us a wooden W for Christmas. I am not sure why they got it, or why I was so excited about it. I coated it in glitter and hung it by a black ribbon from our front door. Every time I close the door it bangs against it, but I don't really mind. I love the giant glittering W it kind of adds a disco appeal to the front door and what's not to like about that?
Mia's delicate feet. Her little velveted paws. Every night as I lay down to go to bed the cat comes over to my side of the bed and slaps me with her tiny paws, let's out a Marge Simpson-esque meow and demands a little attention. While her meow is less than ladylike her demands are clear and I happily oblige.
After I get home from work I have to take off my socks and shoes. Sometimes I take them off at work...as long as there are no meetings at the office. Anyway, when I get home off come the shoes, the socks and I change from work clothes into my comfortable clothes. My toes spend much of the day longing to be free and their liberation is a daily joy. I am one of those weird people who uses their feet like extra hands, so wearing shoes is akin to wearing boxes over my hands. Why oh why can't people just accept that I want to use my feet like a monkey? I wish it were socially acceptable.
Eric and I listen to records. We have the ipod and all of that, but we began to lament the loss of the experience of an album. We had our ipod on continual shuffle and never sat down with an album and really listened to it anymore. Well, at least until we got crazy with the records. We are always on the lookout for records at thrift stores and garage sales. Since we listen to music mainly from the 1970s and 1980s there are always records floating around.
My parents got us a wooden W for Christmas. I am not sure why they got it, or why I was so excited about it. I coated it in glitter and hung it by a black ribbon from our front door. Every time I close the door it bangs against it, but I don't really mind. I love the giant glittering W it kind of adds a disco appeal to the front door and what's not to like about that?
Mia's delicate feet. Her little velveted paws. Every night as I lay down to go to bed the cat comes over to my side of the bed and slaps me with her tiny paws, let's out a Marge Simpson-esque meow and demands a little attention. While her meow is less than ladylike her demands are clear and I happily oblige.
8 comments:
I love the glitter W. Very disco and festive indeed. And your sweet little cat! One of the favorite little details in my day happens in the evening when I'm in my bathroom washing my face and brushing my teeth before I go to bed. My cat Tundra always plops herself down on our fluffy, white bath mat and kneads her paws in the softness of it. She always closes her little eyes and looks like she's smiling. Cute.
I also dig on the W - very fun and sparkly. And I could turn it upside down and it would be an M, and that would work for me :)
I like your feet. I believe you were blasting some Queen and getting ready to dance around at the moment that was taken.
Prehensile toes! Love it. DH has them and I think DS inherited them, too :). Routine...ahhh, DS's naptime/my alone time. Heaven! And then the joy when DS struts out of the bedroom (post-nap) with wild hair and wide eyes happily informing me that he (is carrying) has "two fings" (his Snoedel Bug and bottle water). He's very proud and makes me smile every time :-)
I hate shoes too, sometimes I go out to the shops bare footed, people just gawk at me! I love my feet being free.
How fun. I think I need a routine, it would probably help me stop losing stuff. My most common one is to come home and sit with my daughter, which I simply adore.
Yes, that picture of your feet looks very sensual. But I'm not of foot fetishist or anything... :-D
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