Outside the box... the shoe box, that is.

It’s spring. It’s almost summer.

And I bought a pair of gold sandals.

They’re cute. They’re not brown. They’re not black. They’re not my standard, ‘go-to’ colors.

And they were a good deal… soooo, I bought them.



When I got them home, and pulled them out of the bag, Libby gasped.


Her: Mommy! I LOVE your new shoes!

Me: Thanks, sweetie.

Her (studying the shoes): They’re sparkly. Like a queen!

Me: Well, they’re not really *sparkly*…





Her (delighted): So that means you’re not boring after all!






Wow. Um… thanks… ?