I’m trying to look on the bright side of the theft of my belongings that occurred as we moved. The brown pair of dress shoes they stole had gotten a bit too big as my feet have shrunk from weight loss. Now I get to replace them with a comfy, new pair that fits just right.
(Note the low heels on the shoes. I wrote a post a while back about why I gave up high heels for good.)
For my other pair of replacement shoes, I’m considering splurging on a pair of boots. Earlier in my life, every pair of boots I ever tried on was too tight in the calves. I even once ordered a ‘wide calves’ pair that was too narrow! (I’m not complaining about my legs; I think I have shapely gams.) Now that I’ve lost most of the weight I’ll lose, I tried on a few pairs of boots when I was at an outlet mall, and all but one pair fit my calves. I didn’t buy any that day because I was not spending money I didn’t need to spend . . . but now that over half the cost of the boots will be paid by my insurance, why not?
My friend Thomas S. always has fun or funny shirts. They aren’t the sarcastic kinds of shirts—those really don’t do anything for me. They’re usually just clever in some way or bring up nostalgia. (I often don’t even recognize what they’re about, but my husband does.) I need to replace several knit shirts and t-shirts that were stolen. On a whim, I asked my husband to stop at Junkman’s Daughter in Atlanta to see if there were any trendy shirts there that I liked. I discovered I’ve outgrown most of what they carry, but I did love a couple of the t-shirts. So I bought them!
Where the Wild Things Are is one of the greatest children’s books evuh.
I actually hate most puns, but I love the bunny shirt anyway. And fitted t-shirts–yay!
I’m trying to be careful about replacing things—not just replacing them just to spend money (that’s about as healthy as binge-eating, for me), but because I actually need or really want the replacement items. Unfortunately, the theft occurred after I’d pared down my belongings to include only what I was sure I wanted to keep, so that means I do have a decent number of things to replace.
So . . . boo on losing things, but yay for the getting the pleasure of picking out good new ones.