Friday, July 28, 2006




When I was a child I played with Barbies. I also climbed trees, but that`s another story. How could I ever forget her, she`s still around and showing off more then ever.
I`ve often wondered why I wasn`t blessed with Barbie`s more than generous bosom.
I`ve often wondered why I wasn`t blessed with Barbie`s luscious long legs.

On our wedding eve I wore a lovely pair of 4 inch high pale silverish/pewterish strappy satinish sandles.
I knew they wouldn`t be comfortable.
I knew I would want them off shortly after I`d put them on.
But I knew they would look good.
Why would one wear something that makes one teeter and totter backwards and forwards, makes one break out into a sweat?

Fashion darling!

I`ve never been able to properly wear the most sleek, the most sexy shoes. The kind of shoes that make a woman walk like a woman. The woman who enters the room with a small hint of the arch in her back...the glide...or the strut in her self confident steps.

Why?

Because, as you see, I`ve been blessed with Barbie`s feet.
Now that stinks.

2 comments:

Kali said...

The things that have been done in the name of fashion!! LOL

Good fun post :)

Tea & Margaritas in My Garden said...

Thanks :) The nail polish does look a little odd but I was too lazy to actually physically paint my toes red so I "painted my toes red" as you can see LOL