F is for Functional.
When I packed shoes for a recent trip to New Mexico, I took sandals. I knew the temperatures would be hot and that I would be wearing mostly capris and shorts. What I didn't consider was MY STUPID BACK. Two days into traveling, my lower back was on the verge of going out due to sitting too long on the plane, sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, and running around all day in flat sandals. I had to act fast, and made my way to the nearest mall in search of proper footwear. I really, really did not want to stick my already sweltering feet into a pair of warm socks and then encase them in sneakers. I came across these "fit" flops
I think it was Macy's. I honestly don't remember. It might have been Dillard's. I don't know! It was some department store that we don't have in Alaska. ANYWAY. FitFlops are marketed as a mini gym workout or something, and are supposedly constructed to tone your leg muscles, which is not
why I got them. I paid far too much money for them because I was desperate to prevent my lumbar muscles going into spasm and when I tried on these sandals they actually felt comfortable—cushy, but with arch support. I wore them the rest of my stay in Albuquerque, and they did indeed save my back from going out. I've been wearing them at home, too, just because they're so easy to slide into. They're nothing great to look at, but they sure are a comfy pair of flip-flops.
F is for Frivolous.
In my youth, I always wore rings on my fingers, but over time I have ahem
gained a pound or two and outgrown my beautiful bands of gold and silver. I can't even wear my wedding ring any more, because I had to cut it off when I was pregnant with the twins and my left finger mutated into a swollen Polish sausage. Thank you for that imagery, Kim. You're welcome. With all the fabulous handmade jewelry I kept seeing in Albuquerque, I decided to buy myself a late birthday present. I was originally planning on a chunky turquoise bracelet, but I ended up purchasing this sterling silver and opal ring.
I always thought opals were white, but these look bluish. They probably aren't even opals and I got totally ripped off, but I still like this ring. And it fits!
F is for Flavia.
I'm probably the last person in the world to read The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
, as it has received all kinds of rave reviews and awards and you've probably already read it ages ago, but I really must recommend this book to mystery literature fans. I say mystery literature
, because this book is well-written and character-driven, and might not appeal to those who prefer a quick summer read that's more pulp fiction in flavor. The author, Alan Bradley, is in his 70s and this is his first novel (although he's been writing most of his life—screenplays, short stories, a memoir, etc.) Bravo, Mr. Bradley!
The protagonist is a wonderfully precocious 11-year old English girl name Flavia de Luce, and I just love her and her sisters, Ophelia and Daphne. If you took Little Women and threw it in a bag with Anne of Green Gables and a bunch of Agatha Christie novels, shook it up, and poured it out, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
would fall into your hands. Sweetness
is supposed to be the first in a series, and I look forward to reading more of Flavia's investigations.
F is for Friday
. Have a great weekend, everybody!
Dinner last night: spaghetti, garlic toast, corn
Exactly two years ago: