...We meet again.
This weekend, a bountiful selection of shoes and I will be heading to Russia, where I expect to spend the next two(ish) months... because, what better place to while away the wintry hours than in Russia?! It makes about as much sense as last year's three-month summer vacation in Afghanistan, which was really just marginally hotter than I imagine hell to be around the same time of year, only less inviting.
As of this week, the 10-day forecast for Moscow is pretty grim, with high temperatures hovering around a balmy 7 degrees. Fahrenheit. Today it was TWO.
So, that said, it promises to be an interesting winter. Does anyone know if they make ice skates that look like stilettos? Because they darn sure make stilettos that look like ice skates.
(And if you're wondering if I would buy these, the answer is Yes (or, I could make three car payments instead; it's really a toss-up). If you're wondering if I would break my butt in these, the answer is also Yes. If these had been around in the mid-90s, Tonya Harding could've saved herself a ton of trouble and let fashion do the work for her, instead.)
So, to my avid readers (both of you -- and I do mean that literally), I say, Welcome back!
And to Mother Russia and Old Man Winter: Armed with an overnight shipment of boots and coats on their way from Zappos, I say to you both: BRING IT ON.
This weekend, a bountiful selection of shoes and I will be heading to Russia, where I expect to spend the next two(ish) months... because, what better place to while away the wintry hours than in Russia?! It makes about as much sense as last year's three-month summer vacation in Afghanistan, which was really just marginally hotter than I imagine hell to be around the same time of year, only less inviting.
As of this week, the 10-day forecast for Moscow is pretty grim, with high temperatures hovering around a balmy 7 degrees. Fahrenheit. Today it was TWO.
So, that said, it promises to be an interesting winter. Does anyone know if they make ice skates that look like stilettos? Because they darn sure make stilettos that look like ice skates.
(And if you're wondering if I would buy these, the answer is Yes (or, I could make three car payments instead; it's really a toss-up). If you're wondering if I would break my butt in these, the answer is also Yes. If these had been around in the mid-90s, Tonya Harding could've saved herself a ton of trouble and let fashion do the work for her, instead.)
So, to my avid readers (both of you -- and I do mean that literally), I say, Welcome back!
And to Mother Russia and Old Man Winter: Armed with an overnight shipment of boots and coats on their way from Zappos, I say to you both: BRING IT ON.
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