Clawing My Way Out One Ruby Slipper at a Time

I'm bored.

I'm tired of the way this blog looks. It's lame.

I get grand ideas about how cute it could be, but then I try to accomplish them and it does NOT come out like I imagined.

So, I've decided to change. I'm not sure how and I'm not sure when. But it WILL happen.

I also have been feeling this way about my physical appearance lately. I'm tired of dull. It's lame.

I'm tired of the same sweatshirt and jeans over and over again. Tired of white cotton socks and annoyed with layering long- and short-sleeve shirts.

So last week, I painted my finger and toe nails a cheery cherry color. I only like red polish on short nails, which I have. Long doesn't work for me. I pick at them when I'm thinking hard or if I'm nervous about something or when I'm riding in the front passenger seat while Mr. T is driving.

Yesterday, I went shopping. For me. NOT for baby clothes. (Although, I did just happen to be passing Gymboree on the way to my destination and so I did get these really great shorts on sale for T Junior. Powder blue with little orange embroidered crabs on them. Kind of like polka dots for boys. Probably last season, but I don't think he'll notice. Is anyone else crazy about blue and orange right now? I'm loving the combo.)

Anyway, I brought home a couple items for me, too. I finally found a pair of jeans like the kind I've been dreaming about in my head for more than a year. Jeans that look like trousers. Yes, trouser jeans. I knew they were out there, I just couldn't find them.

I also bought a lavendar blouse that came with a matching skinny belt that totally makes my legs look longer. Makes me look thinner. That is, after all, the point of clothes, isn't it?

Then today, I wore cute shoes. For about two months I've been exclusively wearing athletic shoes to help heal my back. You know the kind. The ones you wear to run or do aerobic walking? But it's OBVIOUS that I don't use them to exercise. They are more than a year old, too, and since I wear them a lot, including to dog shows and to work in the garden, they are dingy.

I love my red suede flats, however, and they have a blingy oversized silver buckle on the top that makes me smile. Very girly. (That's them in the photo up top.) They are probably inappropriate for my age. They were probably meant for high school teenagers who can wear skinny jeans with '60s-inspired smock tops, but I adore them. They make me feel like I've got a little style going on.

So, I'm changing.

I'm emerging from this new-mommy cocoon I've been in. I'm beginning to rediscover who I am and some of the things I like to do that have been hibernating inside me. Yes, like shopping. Soon, I'll be completely me again. But better. Wiser. With mightier wings.

And a prettier blog.