Happy Blogger-versary to me…

Eight years ago from yesterday, I started blogging. It’s so weird to have so much personal history in one space! I don’t even remember how i stumbled upon LiveJournal, but I do remember it was a complete stranger who inspired me to start one up. Her username was beachgirl something or other.

I don’t really have an audience over there, it’s a very personal space to me and most of my entries are locked so that only my best friend can read them. Not that I hold great government secrets or clandestine meetings with rock stars… it’s not anything really worth hiding, but I’m my most emo self there, and always have been. It’s a place for catharsis. You know? Anyhow, as sort of celebratory thing, I asked the twitter peeps to pick any day between 5/21/01 and now, and I’d post the entry from that day. So, here goes, this is GwenArtax’s pick, from 12/13/02:

And Cinderella thought *she* had problems. I went on a horribly exhausting shoe-search tonite. I had planned on wearing the red-blue-tan spaghetti strap dress, but the shoes I wore it with the first time are dirrrrrrty. And no, I don’t mean that in the same way Christina does. So I was out looking for red or tan sandals……….and excuse me, but this is SoCal, how the hell do sandals go out of season? I found nothing aside from some dangerously high prissy looking things at Guess. And wow, with those on I was an accident waiting to happen. I nearly took a plunge into the display cases the minute I slipped them on. Thank you, but I’ll keep my E.R. visits confined to sports-related injuries once a year.

So I come home in a huff -but- no one is here to listen to me whine about my wardrobe woes, so for a calm minute I sit sipping my cold peppermint mocha and think “Really, anything I wear will be ok. Even dirty shoes.” …………….yeah right. I start thrashing about in my closet, and then in my other closet, and then move on to my mom’s…..where I find *ta-da* impulse purchase number 256 -my vintage black Audrey-Hepburn-ish dress! I dig a little more and retreive a pair of strappy black sandals. Hmm.

See…strappy makes me squeamish. As a general rule, I like my shoes a bit [ok, hugely] clunky – I must compensate for my Herculean legs. Even though InStyle magazine mightly sourly categorize me as a Fashion Dont for my footwear choices, I would NOT wear Manolo’s even if given to me as a gift, simply because I’d look like a Clydesdale in Ballet slippers. So I put on the dress and I’m a little shocked to say – it’s roomy in places it most certainly was not before- [I lost weight!] score! And then the sandals……I teeter over to mirror, squint my eyes shut and *pray* …[its these, or early morning shoe-hunt #2]…and by God, they look good! Well, not fantastic, but at the very least its a far cry from a Clydesdale in Ballet slippers -and that’s what matters! I’m also pleased to assess that the length of the dress covers my unslightly [and numerous] Daisy Razor gashes.

I was so happy I stayed in the dress and shoes and just trotted around the house like that for another hour or so. Ok, I kind of needed pratice operating smoothly in those shoes, too. I hope I still like the ensemble tomorrow. I’m fickle like that.

Did I really just write that much about shoes?

Ha. And yet, my short story remains unfinished.

I think I was someone’s wedding date, haha. The event itself ended up being super awkward, but I still own both dresses. The Audrey Hepburn one I wore on the Ryan Russel shoot.

I still hate heels and I could write a whole BOOK on that. I think I’ve bought 5 pairs total in my history of being a grown-up, and last weekend I donated 4 pairs of them to charity after having worn them once each. The last remaining pair are the black ones in this photo. I feel like in so many other ways, I’m quite a girly-girl, but when it comes to shoes, I only tolerate chucks, flats, boots or flip flops.