Life Lately

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

So, I had started a short story for Day 13 of Blogtember, but I gave up because I am a pretty terrible fiction writer, and also, my life is so weird that anything I made up wouldn't compare to actual stories that I could tell you about my family, my husband's family, or the ridiculous situations that I've gotten myself into.

Then I decided, what the hell, I am skipping the prompt to react to the term "comfort" mainly because... I don't feel like it. So there, internet. You don't know me! (Well, okay, you kind of do. Especially you, Google and Facebook, with your targeted advertising!) So here we are with life lately. I feel like a lot of my posts are "life lately" but it's about time for one, anyway.

SO!

First things first, I got my MCAT scores! Since that sentence has an exclamation point and not a period or an ellipses, and really, because I mentioned it at all, you can infer that yes, the scores were good. I got them last Tuesday while I was at work, and I wasn't expecting to get them until I got home because the site said that they would be released online after 5 pm... but I logged on earlier than that to do something with one of my applications and BAM, there they were! I was not prepared, and I didn't believe that they were what they were. All in all, very pleased with myself and glad that I don't have to take them ever again. Of course, there's that nagging doubt in my head that says, "What if they're still not good enough and you don't get into med school anyway!" but I'm trying to ignore that SOB and move on with my life. All of my applications are in (ugh, so expensive) and now I'm just waiting for things to get sent various places to be blessed by God and his mother (or someone equally unreachable) before the schools get them. That's the up to the minute on med school.

Classes are going... okay. I am 99% sure that I'm dropping my microbiology class because I did really badly on the first exam (like, actually really badly, not "I'm a crazy, type-A, overachiever who got a B" badly) and I don't know how that happened because I felt like I studied enough and felt like I had landed in solid B-territory, at least. The professor doesn't curve and also doesn't believe in partial credit. I don't need the class for med school or to finish my certificate, I can take it another time, and it would free up my Fridays and Saturdays, as well as allow me to spend more time on immunobiology (which is HARD) and histology. But apparently, the regular drop date was September 16th, and so now if I drop it, it won't go on my transcript, but I'd still have to pay for 50% of the course, which is stupid. I guess I'll talk to the professor on Friday. Man, now I have to do the lab that's due. Sigh.

Also, it's fall! Hurrah! At the risk of sounding like a blogging cliche, I love fall. The other day, I had my first Caramel Apple Spice of the season.


I know, everyone is like, "Where's the Pumpkin Spice Latte?" Well, I'm here to tell you that not all of us like pumpkin, internet! Sorry, maybe I should have told you to sit down before I said that. I don't like pumpkin or pumpkin flavored things. I try, every year, to enjoy pumpkin, but it's just not going to happen. (Stop trying to make pumpkin happen, Alison.) And yes, I know that one can acquire a Caramel Apple Spice year-round, unlike the PSL for you pumpkin fiends, but it doesn't feel right to drink it any time other than fall and winter. And yes, it was GLORIOUS. I especially have been loving the fall water we've been having, although getting dressed is annoying because I'm not quite sure how cool it will be. I always err on the side of "I'm going to freeze my ass off" because apparently, just shy of Arctic is my baseline temperature. In any case, I'm trying to soak up the fall weather before it gets ripped away from us and it's snowing. Or, more likely, raining and being ridiculously freezing. Thanks, New Jersey.

What else have I been up to? Not exercising, which is unfortunate. I had a huge meltdown about my body and my weight over the weekend, partly because I was hormonal and partly because I am mentally damaged.

Possibly TMI sidenote: The fact that I only get my period 4 times a year is AMAZING.  I am on Seasonique for my endometriosis (and also for baby-preventing purposes) and I have been for 10 years now. Four periods a year is the BEST. In fact, I tend to forget how horrible my periods and PMS are in between, which is never a fun surprise. This time around, I sent an email to my friend Jenn that said:

All day, I've been super cranky and kind of feeling gross, and everything is pissing me off. I was like, wtf is wrong with me?! Oh, I'm getting my period this week. I'm so not used to it since I only get it 4 times a year. Dealing with this on a monthly basis? File that under N, as in "Noise, fuck this".

So that was a good time, especially because I was trying to get ready to go out to dinner with Ken, my brother, and my dad (who was in from FL for the weekend), and I was literally throwing things out of my closet and acting generally like a psychotic jerk. That's mostly resolved, but hey, at least I know what I'm talking about with my therapist for awhile. The weekend with my dad was nice, even though Saturday night and Sunday I felt disgusting (mentally, then physically) thanks to my hormones and my methotrexate. The good news is that I think the methotrexate is working! My hands and wrists hurt a lot less, and they're no longer swollen, so I'm counting that as a win.


In between classes and work, I still manage to find time to go out and do fun things, like go see an improv comedy show featuring Dr. Yudell, one of my favorite professors from my MPH program. He taught our Intro to Public Health class, and then as a second year student, I took his PhD-level seminar on Public Health Ethics. The show was called Study Hall and was put on by "Asteroid!", one of the Philly Improv Theater groups. I love improv comedy and someday, when I have way more free time, I'd love to take an improv class. As a freshman in college, I dabbled in improv (via the theater program), and in high school, my friends and I played improv games (because we were huge nerds). Anyway, it was a good time, and Ken and I are probably going to go see their next show, Improvised B Movie Double Feature!
 

In other news, our one year wedding anniversary is coming up on October 14th! I can't believe that it's almost been a year since we got married. What is happening to time? We got our wedding album a few weeks ago, and it is gorgeous! The reason we just got it is mainly because I took 937 years to pick out the photos for it (to be fair, our photographer took 600+ photos and we have all of them) and then it took awhile for the album to get produced because they're handmade (and amazing). Our anniversary plans haven't really materialized yet. Nothing crazy, as we're trying to build our savings (and we just went on our honeymoon) but I'm sure we'll eat our leftover wedding cake (fudge cake with peanut butter buttercream!) and finally watch our wedding video (no, we haven't done that yet) and probably go out to dinner. I'm so grateful for Ken. He's a good lad.


Speaking of Ken, here he is! Relaxing with some Xbox after a long day of teaching geometry, algebra II, and AP statistics to recalcitrant high school students. Luna, our spaz-cat who usually is hiding somewhere, really enjoys watching Ken play Halo, apparently. Also, this pictures makes me realize how badly I want to get rid of that random crap in the back of our living room and finish turning the condo into an actual home, where things are all the walls, etc. Sigh. Perhaps this weekend.

Last night, I went out with my friend Jenn and her friend, Brenna, who I had wanted to meet for awhile. We went to Alfa for happy hour, then walked down to Magpie (because pie, obviously). There were no pictures taken of the delicious Buttery Caramel Apple pie because we were too busy eating it, but this is us at the pie place. We're pretty cute.

In other news, this week is never-ending and I have a cold. Or I'm in the process of getting a cold. Ken had a cold over the weekend that has evolved into a lingering cough with some cold symptoms, and on Sunday night, I went to bed with a sore throat that has not abated, and I've been quite sneezy and generally feeling gross. I haven't felt bad enough to stay home from work to recuperate, but today has been largely unproductive because my head feels like it weighs about a hundred pounds. Hopefully I can get to bed early tonight and tomorrow will be better...?

Annnd now that it's almost 4:30, I am going to go home because I am getting nothing done and I feel disgusting. Bring on the pajamas, fuzzy socks, and tea!

- A





So. Many. Things.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Well, surprising no one, I'm now four days behind on Blogtember and I missed last week's Wonderful Stuff Wednesday... I'm a mess! A blogging disaster! (Blogging sounds like a descriptive expletive in that context... but I literally meant that I am a disaster of a blogger.) ANYWAY. On to the posting.

The next post for Blogtember is pictures only, followed by a short story that starts with, "To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century...", followed by reacting to the word "comfort", and then a "life lately" post, followed by a review of a place/book/thing. Ooookay. Hate to break it to you, but I'm skipping the short story and the "respond to comfort" post. Sorry. Sometimes, we can't do everything we want, haha.

Here we go! Pictures only! A perfect time to share some photos from our honeymoon!
2 hours of sleep and we almost missed our flight, but hey, we're on our honeymoon!
Odometer of the rental car when we picked it up... for posterity!
First stop when we landed? Brunch.
The best French toast EVER (from Olea)

Mondavi Winery
Shhh, grapes are growing.
In the vines at Mondavi



We seriously wanted to run away to the Napa Valley.

Breakfast in our room in San Francisco
Golden Gate Bridge!

Ken loved the redwoods in Muir Woods.
To be fair, so did I. I wanted to live in this tree. Ken said no.
The resident sea lions of Pier 39!
REALLY excited for our Ghiradelli hot fudge sundae!
I couldn't leave Sausalito without going to the adorable yarn store I found!
The view from our hotel in Monterey

Penguin! Her name was Betty, according to the name tag on her wing.
The best part of the entire Monterey Bay Aquarium! I love the Giant Pacific Octopus!
Bixby Bridge, one of our stops on our way from Monterey to LA via the PCH!
McWay Falls, another stop in Big Sur. The coastline is UNREAL!

Another Big Sur coastline shot
A beach in San Simeon where the Elephant Seals come to hang out!
1226 miles later, we turned in our car and got on a plane back to the east coast...

Not pictured: Our trip to the San Diego Zoo and Safari Park, all of the food we ate, the wine we drank, or any of the professional photos we had done by Allison Andres! Those are for another post. :)

And that's how California became one of my favorite places in the world. Hope you enjoyed!

- A

Blogtember: Memory Lane -- Joy

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Day 11: A memory you'd love to relive

I know it sounds so clich├ęd, but I would love to go back and relive my wedding day. It was almost a year ago, and while the 18+ months leading up the wedding were stressful at best (and at worst, made me contemplate committing a felony), the day itself was damn near perfect. There were things that went awry (like my mom running late, the bridesmaids dresses being slightly wrinkly, one of them not fitting entirely and having to be MacGuyver'd into some semblance of a dress, someone requesting "Hallelujah" by Jeff Cohen and it being subsequently played as the song that Ken and I left our reception to, my step-mother breaking her shoe during the hora, etc) but overall, it was glorious.

I would want to go back to just after the rehearsal dinner ended and we were back at the hotel. I was sharing a room with two of my college best friends and we were giggling and being ridiculous. Around 11, I went to Ken's room that he was sharing with my brother to practice our first dance one last time, but I had strict instructions (from Memily and LF) to be back in our hotel room by 11:45 so I could go to bed. The next morning, I woke up at 7, had breakfast with my dad and Ang (our day-of coordinator, who was AMAZING) and then started the prep for the day. I loved getting my hair and make-up done, and I had so much fun drinking champagne in our (slightly overcrowded) hotel room while the stylists worked their magic.

I want to go back to the goofiness that ensued when we tried to put 8 people, a rather large wedding gown, and 7 bouquets into a 12 passenger van, and then get "fake mad" when someone started singing "Goin' to the Chapel" (because they know I hate that song, haha). I want to go back to getting dressed in the bridal suite and having my step-mom and step-sister there to help. I want to go back to laughing in the bathroom as Victoria helped me get into the world's most restrictive long-line bra known to (wo)man. I want to go back to laughing as Sarah, Victoria, and I attempted to navigate the twisty staircase down from the bridal suite (seriously, who thought THAT was a good idea?) and thinking that at any minute, everyone could come crashing down behind me and I might get a concussion on my wedding day (which would have been so typical).



I want to go back to our "first look" photos, when first my dad, and then Ken, saw me in my gown for the first time.




I want to go back to the way the air felt, crisp and fall-like, but not too cold. I want to go back to feeling absolutely beautiful. I want to go back to how I felt right before I walked down the aisle, and how my face hurt from all the smiling. I want to go back to the food, the dancing, the laughing. I want to go back to having (almost) all of my favorite people in one place, all getting along, celebrating love.

 
 

 
 

There wasn't any one thing about that day that made it what it was; it was the overall feeling of joy. I can't say that I have felt pure joy like I did that day. I had the "wedding zen". It didn't matter if someone's dress didn't fit, or the steamer didn't work, or that the bar wasn't exactly where I wanted it. I suddenly wasn't worried if our sets of divorced parents would behave (they did) or whether people would get super drunk (they didn't) or if the venue coordinator was a jerk (he kind of was). What mattered was who was there, in spirit or reality, and how we all felt. A recent "Wedding Graduate" post on A Practical Wedding hit the nail on the head.

"During our long drive home the next day, my husband was reading aloud cards I’d received from my bridesmaids, and he started to cry. I was driving, and asked if these were happy tears, but what he said nearly made me cry as well. He told me that he had always thought that heaven would be a place where you have all the people you love in one place, and get to spend unlimited time with all of them. And then, in the most sincere and sweet way possible, he said that our wedding might be the closest we ever get to heaven on earth."

It's true. Our wedding might be the closest that we ever get to heaven on earth. What moment would you relive, if you could? If you want to see other people's walks down memory lane, head over to the link up at Story of My Life, and be sure to check back here later for another post... photos only!

- A





Blogtember: Love Letter

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

So, the charge for Day 10 of Blogtember was to "Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn't necessarily need to be romantic.)" There are definitely more than a few people in my life that I could write love letters to, but in the interest of time and space, I'll try to contain myself.


Dear Constance (AKA: Meeper),
Where do I even begin? I met you before I even moved to Florida, thanks to the Facebook group for our med school class, and then when I got to this strange state where I basically knew no one (except my dad), you welcomed me with open arms (flippers?). You were my rock throughout my crazy med school experience, no matter what happened. You are one of the most passionate, dedicated, kindest people I have ever met in my life. You fight, and you fight hard, for what you want and those you love. You're the kind of person who will go out of her way to alleviate someone's suffering, and that's not just because you're a (seriously awesome) doctor. You have a huge heart (and I don't mean in the cardiomegaly kind of way) and the world is a better place because you are in it. You have never once judged me, even when I felt like I was at my worst; you have never been anything but my cheerleader, and I don't know what I would do without you. I admire you in so many ways, and I am so blessed to call you one of my best friends. I love you, Meeper. Thanks for being you.

Love,
A


Dear Sarah (AKA: LF),
Oh, my Little Friend. August 14, 2004 is a date that will live in infamy... or maybe not, but it is the day I wandered into your dorm room during freshman move-in days at Wittenberg and introduced myself. I'm not sure whether we were more excited that we were both 4'11" or both from NJ, but the bond was instant and we were essentially inseparable. That year was crazy for a hundred reasons, but I always knew that I could knock on South 202, even if it was after midnight and I was holding a box of Crispix and a bag of jelly beans. You were my study buddy, my lifeline, my touchstone for when I was homesick and lonely. You understood me in a way that no one ever had, and I seriously still think that we share a brain. Even when I transferred, you managed to keep me involved in your life in Ohio, and I always felt like I was important to you. You are the best listener, and you always make me laugh, even from hundreds of miles away. You are a sweet, kind, loving woman and you give so much of yourself to others. Even though you are crazy busy being a resident, you always make time for the ones you love, and I know that you and I will be friends forever, no matter what. Seriously. The miles between us may be many, but you are always in my heart. I love you, Sare. Thank you for being a part of my life.

Love,
A

Dear Levi,
Wow. Just wow. I have literally known you for your whole life. I remember being super excited when you were born, and I have said for years that you are my best friend in this world. I am so lucky to have you as a brother, because you are amazing. You are smart, hysterical, honest, and caring... you are seriously one of the best people I know. I am honored to be related to you (although sometimes I wonder how that's possible because I am a giant spaz and you seem to just get it together, haha.) Somehow, my "little" brother became my mentor and someone who I look up to (literally and figuratively!) I am so proud of you and the man that you've become, and I think the whole world should know how awesome you are. There are very few, genuinely GOOD people in this world, and you, my friend, are one of them. The amount of good that you will do in your life is going to be unreal, I can just tell. I am lucky enough to call you my brother, but some of the best fortune in the world I've gotten is the ability to call you my friend. I love you.

Love,
A (your Little Big Sister)

The prompt said to write a love letter (singular) and so I've already broken the rules... but before this post gets seriously out of hand, here is a list of other people whose behavior and existence warrants a love letter:

Left to Right: Kristin, Emily, Victoria, Julie, Pam, Jenn, Ken (sidebar)

These people are seriously the best. I am so blessed to have such amazing friends. I love you all, guys. Don't forget that.

Love, seriously love,
A





I Know, I Know

Surprising no one, I'm three days behind on Blogtember. Let's quickly make that two days behind. Here is a self portrait of me from what was supposed to be Day 9:

Typical day at the office

I went through several iterations of this, because as you can see, my office has about the worst lighting in the world ever. I swear, my glasses are not superimposed onto my face, even though they kind of look like they are. I'm actually wearing them. Without them, I am practically blind. Not literally, but I would walk into a lot more things on a daily basis, and honestly, I already walk into plenty of stuff when I am wearing them. I do wear contacts, but only occasionally, because my eyeballs are apparently the weirdest shape ever (thanks, oblique astigmatism!) so they tend to fall out. My contacts, not my eyeballs. That would be a whole separate issue that I imagine would be far more disturbing.

Related: Did you know that if your eyeball comes out that you should wrap it in a cool, wet, paper towel and put it in a plastic bag? And no, it doesn't actually FALL out of your head (that's impossible) but it can become dislodged (ow?). Seriously, CNN has a whole article on what to do when body parts fall off.

Anyway, this is me, at my desk, in my office. I even managed to do my hair today and throw a minimal amount of make up on my face. Lucky you. :)

So that's Day 9. Day 10 deserves its own post, as it is "Write a public love letter to someone in your life. (It doesn't necessarily need to be romantic.)" so that will be coming later. And then today's actual post is about a memory I'd like to relive, so that will also be it's own post. It's post-a-palooza here today, apparently. I hope. Other things happening today.... MCAT SCORES!! ::cue dramatic music:: That's not until after 5, so I am trying really hard not to think about it and even harder not to excessively load and reload the AMCAS score page because there isn't going to be anything there until after 5 and just staring at it is giving me agita. 

I am about to head to lunch, but in the meantime, here are some ridiculous and lovely things from around the internet.

If you haven't heard of Caitlin Moran... I'm sorry. She's a wonderful, British, author and journalist who is smart and hilarious. Her book, How to Be a Woman is hysterical and thought-provoking, and you should definitely read it. She also writes for The Times of London, and she published this "Posthumous Advice for My Daughter" in July. You can't read it at The Times website unless you subscribe, but here it is reblogged by someone. I love the whole thing, but I especially liked this part:
“Second, always remember that, nine times out of ten, you probably aren’t having a full-on nervous breakdown – you just need a cup of tea and a biscuit. You’d be amazed how easily and repeatedly you can confuse the two. Get a big biscuit tin."

Note to self: More tea and biscuits. Less nervous breakdown feelings.

Here's another link, although I must warn you that it contains clowns. If you have coulrophobia, do not click. I am not going to be responsible for anyone else's anxiety today other than my own. That being said, the headline is, "Northhampton Clown Terrorizes English Town Just By Standing Around" and if that doesn't make you want to click on it, I don't know what will.

And finally, here is a two-legged cat rolling around on a porch:


Enjoy the rest of your Tuesday, everyone, and check back later to see some more posts from Blogtember!

- A

Blogtember: Social Media and You

Friday, September 13, 2013

And we're behind again. Whoops. Let's get to it, shall we? This week was endless, but now it's Friday and in an hour, I'll be leaving for class. Hurrah!

 So.

Day 8: Discuss ways that blogging or social media has changed you.

Well, I wish I had access to my original blog, which I started somewhere in the vicinity of 2000? I was going to say that "back when OpenDiary was a thing" but upon further inspection (read: going to the website) apparently, OpenDiary is still a thing. (Who the hell is using that site!?) Anyway, I had a pretty good (for a high schooler) blog there, but somewhere along the line, the internet ate most of the site, and with it, my blog. Sad day.

But not too sad, because I started my Live Journal then! That was in 2004, and I blogged there until January 2013. Admittedly, towards the end, I was blogging less and less because I felt like I didn't have anything interesting to say, and I also realized that approximately 3 people used LJ and I was one of them, so I wasn't really doing anything but talking to myself. SO, I started this blog and for awhile, I tried to update both of them, but that was stupid, so I officially stopped writing in the LJ and blog here exclusively now. (The word "exclusive" makes you feel like you're special, doesn't it?!)

For the most part, my blogging has always been for me. I've used it mostly as a virtual journal, even though I do keep a written journal as well (because let's face it, some things don't belong on the internet, contrary to popular belief). I do find that since I've started reading a lot of other blogs and participing in things like Blogtember and Blog Every Day in May that I've been trying to write more for my "readers" (all like, 5 of you), or at least to make writing for me semi-interesting to someone who isn't me. Am I doing that? Who knows. People seem to still come here, whether that's by accident or on purpose, I'm not sure.

In the end, I'm still blogging because I enjoy it. I never want to turn it into a career (career "bloggers" baffle me, aside from people like Dooce and The Bloggess, who seem to do other things like write books and make appearances and go to conferences). In fact, I barely consider myself a blogger. I had this conversation with Chrystina who tells me that what I do is called "lifestyle blogging" but I am not sure that I even fit into that category.

As far as the rest of social media... I'm pretty addicted to Facebook. I really enjoy posting things and looking at peoples' photos... and occasionally being a creeper and looking at the profile of some girl that my brother went out on a date with, or one of my high school boyfriends... but mostly, I use it to post stupid/silly things about my life, share photos, and keep up with my friends who seem to have flung themselves to the four corners of the earth. I accidentally started using Twitter in college... and no, that isn't a joke. I apparently made a Twitter account somewhere in 2006-2007 and promptly forgot it existed because frankly, I had no idea what Twitter was for (I kind of still don't know, but it's fun). Then, one of my friends asked why I never updated my Twitter, and I said I didn't have one, and she insisted that I did, and what did you know, there it was. I technically have an Instagram account, but similar to the Twitter situation, I'm not quite sure what one is supposed to do with it (besides post photos, which I do on Facebook) so I don't really use it.

I suppose that social media has made me simultaneously more and less connected to the world. I have always been one for documenting things, especially via photos, and now I have a super easy way to do that thanks to my smartphone and Facebook... but because of that, I'm constantly "documenting" things instead of just experiencing them. Although if I'm perfectly honest, I'm usually more upset that I didn't take a picture/share something than if I did, so there's that. Also, I'm way more attached to my phone than I think I should be... but I think we all are, and that's another post entirely.

How has social media changed you? For better? For worse? See what everyone else said at the link up, and check back later for today's actual post, which is supposed to be a self-portrait...

- A


Blogtember: Shop 'til You Drop

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Still on top of things! Let's see how long this lasts.

Day 7: Share links to your favorite online shops, preferably with a few photos of your favorite items in each shop.

To me, online shopping is simultaneously one of the best and worst inventions ever. I'm a weirdo girl who doesn't like shopping. If I need something, I want to be able to go into a store, immediately find the item, try it on if necessary, and walk out, preferably in under an hour. I am not a browser, I don't like just "going to the mall" to go do something. In fact, going into a mall on a weekend practically gives me hives. I'd much rather shop from the comfort of my bed and/or sofa while wearing my pajamas, which makes online shopping ideal. Also, I am 4'11", which means that most clothes made for "real people" don't fit me b/c I have the shortest waist known to (wo)man and practically no legs. (That's an attractive picture, huh?). Since a lot of places don't carry petite sizes in stores, I'm forced to go online to find clothes that won't require hundreds of dollars of alterations (and to circumvent the wailing and gnashing of teeth that inevitably occur when I'm in a dressing room trying on the 39th item that doesn't fit correctly).

That being said, I don't really shop in online stores that are only online. I order petite clothes from Gap, Banana Republic, The Limited, Old Navy... places that I could theoretically shop in "real life". I do realize that online shopping isn't just limited to clothes, but most of my online shopping is for clothing. So, here are some of my favorite online stores, although some of them have yet to receive business from me for one reason for another (mainly financial, haha).


1. Uncommon Goods


 Uncommon Goods has a variety of stuff on there, from furniture to art to jewelry to kitchen utensils, but my favorite part is the pet section. They have such cute art and knick knacks for cat lovers (like me). It's a little pricey, but the stuff is really cute!

2. Modcloth


I've only ever ordered a couple of things from Modcloth, and they've all been dresses. I will say that sometimes, the quality leaves a little to be desired, but most of the time, the stuff is well made and fits appropriately. They have a great customer service team who will answer all of your questions, and other buys write pretty thoughtful reviews and post a lot of pictures. They also have a decent return policy!

3. Milk and Honey

I don't have a picture for this website because it's a design your own shoe website. Everything, from the material to the heel to the embellishments, you get to pick it ALL. They have a lot of options, and while the shoes are pricey (the pair I want is $235!) I think it might be worth it if you just can't find that one pair of shoes you're looking for. Similar websites that seem less pricey (they seem to have fewer options and you have less control over what you can change) are Chromatic Gallerie and Shoes of Prey.

Other online stores that I buy from but aren't exactly worth listing are Amazon, Etsy, and Banana Republic. Perhaps I need to branch out some more...? Who knows. I do know that I'm looking forward to checking out the link up to see where everyone else is shopping. Leave your favorite online shops in the comments!

- A



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