The Girl in the Yellow Shoes

One of my favorite books is "Confessions of a Shopaholic."  It makes me uncomfortable with the mistakes she makes, but I laugh so hard while reading it.  She fantasizes about the oddest things.  One thing being how great the green scarf is going to make her look"  and how when she goes places, people will be in awe.  everyone will identify her by this scarf.  Maybe even speak about her in hushed tones.  Eventually, the person that loans her the money to buy said scarf for her "grandma" becomes her love interest.  But when she becomes a successful writer, her pen-name is "the Girl in the Green Scarf.

Well, for the last 4ish years, I have kind of had this same hope.  People in the elevator at work used to comment..."oh, I love your shoes!  "Oh, you're the girl with the yellow shoes!"  "Those are such cute shoes!"  I was truly identified by my shoes.  Makes it tricky when making stops in the restroom :0)

These shoes have been with me through a lot.  Countless dates, a few continets, many hours at a desk, several moves, many trips, 2 job quits, snowstorms, rainstorms, and so many memories.  But alas, they have become highly smelly.  And although I could remedy this situation, I have decided to throw them away and replace them with some other cute shoes.  It has been hard to come to this conclusion.  I do this with a truly heavy heart.  But sometimes we need to move on.  I don't think I've ever been so attached to a pair of shoes. 

Here's to you, extremely cute pair of shoes.  Thank you for being the perfect color of yellow.  For always adding a little pop of color to my outfits.  For being so comfortable.  For never giving me blisters.  For looking good with every pair of pants I own.  With every skirt I wear.  You have been the standard of my closet for years.  Your memory will live forever.  Thanks for giving me a clothing identity.  Thank you KMart, for selling me these shoes. 

Friend Status

A few weeks ago, I attended a target shooting activity with a friend.  There were probably 40 people there.  Pretty good turnout.  I was clearly a new face, and there were plenty of new friends made, which was then verified by a few facebook friend adds. 

One of these new friends has been inviting me to everything.  I didn't realize I was missing out on so much!  Fun little events - dancing lessons, bbqs, firesides.  Haven't gone to any of them, but it was sure nice of this chap to invite me and let me know what was going on.

Last week, a few of us ended up at a kind of super lame game night.  I was chatting with a few people and this "new" friend comes in and I act friendly to him, as he's gone out of his way to invite me to things.  He didn't seem to appreciate it and then came up to me and asked what my name was. 

Now, I don't want to be ungrateful or act like I am superior to remembering names, but wouldn't it seem right to remember someone's name if you had been inviting them to multiple activities for several weeks? 

Just a thought.  I know I need to do a better job of reaching out to others and also not discrediting others efforts.  In a general conference address, someone commenting about the quality of interaction we have with others via the internet.  Clearly, we're all connecting well right now :0)  But have we replaced a lot of real interactions with others with methods that cheapen our mortal experience of knowing others? 

Ultimately, I am glad he admitted in some way to remembering me.  There's nothing worse than a new friend add, and then when you see them, they act like they don't know you. We are silly people.