Life Tastes So Good

Exploring life one taste at a time.

Pork Chops to Shoes.

So this post was supposed to be about apple glazed pork chops, but to be frank, I wasn’t feeling it. Instead I am going to chit-chat with y’all about Shoes. I mean who doesn’t love shoes!? Also I’m taking Pioneer Woman’s advice. Write what you want when you want and in your own voice. With that being said, I think I have a very bad case of “Mommy Shoes” going on.

Let’s rewind to this morning really quick, so you can better understand where this whole shoe topic is coming from. Please, please don’t judge me, well you can just be gentle. This morning I had an interview to work at an insurance office, an interview that I really wanted to make a great impressions at. I dyed my hair, clipped and filed my nails, even used nasty smelling Nair on my eyebrows. As I went to pick out what I was going to wear to this interview I had my clothes all ironed and ready to go this morning, then came the *sigh* shoes. My two options for footwear were as follows: Beaten to death flats, or, running shoes. Honestly, I love shoes but, looking at my closet you wouldn’t even know it. At this moment you could walk in my closet and find two pairs of running shoes, two pairs of flats, one pair of heels and a pair of snow boots, which I couldn’t understand why on earth I have those. Y’all it’s Houston, when on earth am I going to use those!? (Oh and I’m wearing my ugly, beaten, Crocs, “House shoes” for me.) 

Caution! What follows is not for the faint of heart, and may cause temporary vision blurriness! 

These little gems are my black, I wear them with anything flats. These once had insoles also that you can see, that my son, whom I really love, after a time-out, ripped out of these comfort shoes. I admit this while hanging my head. I mean really, this is what it’s boiled down to? These were my best option for my job interview until I found my other heels, of course late this evening after my interview.

Nicely done Diana, nicely done.

Now even though these shoes look better I wouldn’t call them interview appropriate shoes either. I mean I love these Jessica Simpson shoes that I wear about once a year, but they are a tad….night club, give me another mojito shoes. Defiantly not “I’m your friendly neighborhood insurance agent” shoes. (But I do love these.)

I have taken an oath, I expect y’all to hold me accountable, with my first paycheck, when I find a job, I am going to buy decent shoes! Gosh darn it! I’m shopping as I blog on Wish me luck!

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