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OOTD20150512

So May 12th is Limerick day….

There once was a lass named Ahuva
Whose taste in footwear will school ya’
Her heels are soooo tall
But she doesn’t fall
It’s true, you know I don’t fool ya!

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Another Step Forward

Things were VERY bad this morning. I was extremely stressed out. Many issues that are “real” and probably some that only seem to be issues because of lack of sleep or insufficient hydration or whatever. I was able to walk in 3.5 inch heels on Thursday, but not very well. PT on Friday didn’t go very well either – could not get the one toe to unlock and flex. Sigh. Things such as that accumulated. As has my weight. Ugh. Before noon the big cranky gray cat had attacked the black kitten twice. I was wound tight and tighter. What to do?

inch by inchIn the past, when I’ve reached that ready-to-scream-and-snap state, I’ve worked out. Okay, well then, I’ve been doing the grocery shopping (1.5 hours in sneakers & upright & moving). I wore 2.5 inch heels all day at the beginning of the week. Surgeon has said I’ll do more harm now by babying the foot than by pushing the limits. It wasn’t much of a decision. I changed into my workout clothes, grabbed my music and headed for the treadmill. I’ve not worked out in over 6 months, probably much longer. *laughing* I wasn’t even sure the treadmill would START. It did and I stepped on. I walked. I walked and I walked and I walked.

My walking was either pitiful or a major triumph. Or both. The FASTEST rate I got to was 2.4 mph. I used to start warming up at 2.6 mph. I pushed the incline up to 4% as I walked. I might not be going fast today but I could go steep. The triumph is that I walked a mile – nonstop. Considering that a few weeks ago I couldn’t walk at all without a major limp, I was quite pleased, even if it took 27 minutes. I started at 2 mph and got it up to 2.4 before I stopped. Considering there was a time I used to RUN, 2.4 is embarrassing. Considering the last few months, 2.4 is a miracle.

If I can walk, well, I’m sure I can row, too. *grin* Yep, I can row. Again, comparing it to what I used to be able to do, I did wince. Comparing it to the last several months – I rock. 180 strokes in 5 minutes.

Even more to the point, I do not seem to have damaged anything anywhere while I walked and rowed. My mood definitely lifted. No question that I worked out the negative energy that was stressing me. Since I think I’ll still be sufficiently limber tomorrow, I’m planning on doing it again.

Wish me luck and continued endurance and commitment. I hear my shoes calling.

Disappointment

ahuva surgery sandal 2I was set. Prepared. Ready to go. MORE than ready. Tomorrow was the day when I would FINALLY, after years and years and – trust me – a long time – get my foot repaired. The doctor had a very carefully thought out plan. He understood that I NEEEEEEED a flexible foot. We were skipping all the inorganic approaches and going right for regrowth. *laughing* I wore my steam-punk heels into his office last week, just so that he would “get” me. I said “I want you to know who I am so that if you have to make any decisions when I can’t contribute, you make the one that I would make.” My niece had even taken the boring plain black sandal they gave me and snazzed it up to fit my shoe persona (with the exception of some sequins and sparkle, she did it all with paint). I was supposed to begin fasting at midnight, surgery scheduled for 7 am. tomorrow.

At 4:54 pm the phone rang. It was the surgery center. Puzzled, since I’d already had a long chat with them earlier, I answered the phone. The operating room nurse identified herself (we’d chatted earlier) and began apologizing. Uh oh. I thought she was going to tell me the injection had not arrived – that was going to be the “rare” object. Nope, not that. The other product. Not only was it not there, it is not available anymore. Apparently the drug rep finally got around to saying “oh yeah, I’m substituting X for Y.” Not so fast. Sigh. The surgeon postponed the surgery until he is sure that X will do what we want.

ahuva surgery sandal 1I’m very disappointed. I put this off for years. I’ve been living in pain for months, unable to sleep more than 4 hours on a good night because of the pain. On a bad night – up every 30 minutes. It’s been debilitating. He has promised to schedule me as soon as he has a product that will do what we want. I love this surgeon. From day 1 he has talked to me openly, as an equal, plainly. Sigh. The “recovery” is 3 months. If we have to delay too long, this could become a problem.

Bummer. Of course I’d rather wait to do the “best” action rather than settle for the approach that doesn’t really get me where I hope to be. But tonight – yes, I’m very very disappointed.

Blurred Boundary

Ahuva's Steampunk ShoesAll who know me know how I feel about shoes: they are jewelry for the feet. In SL Ahuva is known for her hair and boots/shoes. In the tangible world it’s probably much the same. *grin* In that spirit, I show you my latest footwear: Oxford by Hades. (Hades used to be known as Metropolis.) I saw these shoes at a Steampunk festival in the early summer months and fell in love. I traveled out of state to find them so I could size them. *grin* When they didn’t have my size, I turned to the internet for gratification.

I know that there are those of you who say that my shoes are the reason I limp. Wrongo. Just to make it VERY clear: there is NOTHING wrong with the left foot and it wears the same shoes as the right foot. nyah, nyah, nyah. I’m so glad the weather got cool this week. I figure I’d best get in all my fav shoes before the surgery just in case….

My coworkers are the best, as I believe I’ve mentioned before. They may think (know) I’m just a little bit crazy, but they do support me in my eccentricities. Thanks to Michael for taking the pic of the shoes. Thanks to Bill and Michael for finding this song for me: Kirsty MacColl singing “In These Shoes“.

Como se puede bailar? Es un escandolo
(But the way she dances, it’s a scandal)

Burning 2011

Crap Mariner gives great gifts. He makes wonderful objects. This time it was Burning 2011. I saw that name and thought “Interesting, wonder what that MEANS exactly?” I rezzed it and oh wow, does Burning 2011 resonate in my soul. 🙂 As I’ve mentioned to a few of you, I found 2011 to be ……. challenging. I think I may post on it more, but let’s say I give it a grade of D: disillusionment, disappointment, damage. I don’t seem to be alone in this sentiment. I’m looking at Facebook, talking to other folks. It seems many people are happy to see 2011 end in the hope that 2012 will be more upbeat. As 2012 is here, whether or not it plans to be “upbeat”, all we can do is smile, take a deep breath and find the positive where we can. For me – that usually means friends and family.

Dale and I have a tradition of a New Year’s Eve dance. We believe we’ve been doing this for 4 years now, although I can only find pictorial proof of one of those years. Well, two now. *grin* I logged in and the evening began as so much of 2011 went: my mouse wasn’t working, I couldn’t drag objects to rez them, ended up wearing them, major lag on photos. Thank goodness Dale is patient, helpful and smart. Duh. Disconnect the mouse and use the keypad on the laptop. 🙂 So we went down to the water to wish the ducks a Happy New Year. Then Bamboo, Dale and I set fire to 2011 to let it end in a blaze of glory, even if most of it was more gory than glory.

We headed out for a dance. Noma Falta was doing a show at the Party Barge and there we met up with Daez and Dz. After hugs and kisses all around, we settled in to dance. (We were racing the clock, as I was expecting RL guests in just 2 hours.) Ahh, Tradition. This is a lovely tradition. I started the evening rattled and discombobulated but taking the time to dance with Dale, Daez and Dz (oh hey – maybe a grade of D is a GOOD thing when it’s THAT threesome. *smile*) I calmed down. Noma was great as usual. There was a good size crowd at the Party Barge.

Then it was time for partying in my atomic life. This is another tradition and these are friends and family who have been gathering together for years, in MANY seasons. My sister was there and although we both had selected black pants for the evening, we differ a bit on footwear. Can you guess which are MY feet??? I’m sorry that the angle is what it is – you can’t really see that those spikey heels are a good 5 inches high. I LOVE those shoes: feathers, glitter, heels, shine. What more can a gal want in a shoe?

Who Loves Me?

OMG!!! The last 12 hours have seen an influx of unexpected gifts in my life. One is easily explained. *grin* My husband was multi-tasking, doing things in a hurry and shipped our gift to his mother to OUR house. *laughing* I KNEW the free shipping was too good to be true. Then there was this little box for me – a Chanukah gift. A candy-coated caramel apple from Amy’s Gourmet Apples along w/ 4 chocolate truffles. No card. I called Amy’s to find out the name of my benefactor. They said there was a piece of paper included that said “Fulfillment Center”. Well, yes, but what does that MEAN???? Apparently it’s some bank or other company program. You accumulate points, can pick a gift with those points and either claim the gift for yourself or send it to someone else. I seem to be the someone else, but I have no idea who to thank for the generous thought and yummy gift.

This morning I logged into SL and received a box from Xstreet SL: A Magic Box from Mahalee Breen – the Machinista All Red Viewer 2.          OMG!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!! AREN’T THEY GORGEOUS!!!!!!!!!! They are from Carmen’s Shoes.

Who loves me??? Who do I thank? Yet again – no card was included. And I LOVE LOVE LOVE them!!!!!! Oh I WANT these shoes in EVERY life I lead. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Combined Passion

Many many many thanks to Fricker who found THIS wonderful website: chocolate shoes! Dark chocolate with high heels!!!! What a WIN!!!

and just think….. the holidays are coming, Ahuva day is coming in March. *grin*


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