Those who know me at all know I'm a shoe girl. I adore heels of many shapes and sizes, but especially round toe ones with unique details, fun patterns, and or eye-catching colors. Since I have sort of short lil legs and a long torso, high heels are my friend, they balance me out a bit. Not that I don't love me some adorable skull-covered hipster or skater-ish flats too.

The thing is I have received these genes that make me break out in hives if I try to spend more than $40-50 on a pair, though that limit is raised a bit for boots, maybe to about $75-80. Though the prices sometimes make me hyperventilate, I loooooooove looking at shoes at Nordstrom and either oohing and ahhing or making coughing-up-hairball sort of noises depending on my opinion of the styles. I enjoy making fun of the ugly ones almost more than finding cute ones, since either way I can't bring myself to buy any.

I sometimes indulge my shoe love online as well, but when I finally worked up the nerve to look at the Choo's, well, the price tags made me start gasping and coughing and seeing stars. I informed my friend that I could NEVER in good conscience spend that much on something like shoes even if I had the means. She said she could if she was "Oprah-rich" and I shook my head and said no, not even then.

It's too bad that I'm craving a very specific boot...something that is brown, suede, slouchy, has some strappy bits around the ankle, and a moderate heel. Everything I look at is missing one of those elements, except for a $500 pair. Sigh. Target? Can you get on this please?

Valentine dance, school

Dancing! One hundred percent, no hesitation, the thing I love best about weddings is the chance to dance the night away.

I'm not a fan of clubs and the awkwardness of drunk middle aged strangers hitting on me. Generally at weddings people are on slightly better behavior, and you're with friends and family that you can ham it up with with YMCA inevitably plays.

Cake? I don't really like it...I prefer ice cream or brownies or cookies.
The ceremony? Often beautiful and touching, sure.
The toasts? I have seen so many epically bad ones that I cringe at the word.
Pictures? Gah they are fun to look at later but take so long to pose for, my cheeks always hurt.
Dressing up? Ok this is my second favorite part, I admit I love nothing more than an excuse to dress up.

Still, nothin makes me happier than getting my groove on to cheesy music with people I love. :-)