Purple Kangaroo had a lovely post last Friday today about her daughters' shoes and a dramatic encounter with wasps at the seesaw. I'd been thinking about blogging about shoes myself, purple ones even. On Friday, I was in a foul mood by the end of the day. I have too many things to juggle at work and at home; some of it is my own fault, some of it is because other people haven't followed through on some projects at work and I'm picking up the slack, and some of it is because it's a busy time of year (I've been on three promotion committees, for example). But by Friday I was spent.
I met Politica (my partner) and Curious Girl at the local Apple store (Geeky Mom's post about her great experience at the Apple store led me to tell Politica she should take her ailing iPod there for service, and they weren't ready to leave yet when I finally got done with work. So I met them there, and we wandered over to the shoe store across the hallway. There were purple Danskos on display. "Try them on," urged Politica. "Yay, purple Mama!" said Curious Girl. So I did. And they didn't fit (darn my narrow heels). But the sight of those purple shoes perked me right up. Well, maybe it was CG's adorable smile or Politica's twinkling, loving eyes. I perked up. And I love that.
Then we went for marvelous Chinese across the way. Where the server brought out only two plates. The invisible three year old strikes again.