I said "In these shoes? I doubt you'd survive." I said "Honey? Let's do it."

Oh, yeah....Etsy Store on sale for Halloween!

If you already got the song reference you are a badass.

If you didn’t get the reference? You’re still a badass and you should immediately go listen to Kirsty MacColl’s “In These Shoes?” Then you will be a badass who knows what a great song this is.

I used to wear the most ridiculous heels all the time. I remember the aunties telling me that I would eventually not be able to do that. Please, I thought, I can work a 16 hour day in stilettos. The aunties all said “sure thing, shitass….good luck with that.”

They don’t tell you it’s an all or nothing thing. I still own stilettos. I don’t remember the last time I’ve worn them, tho.

I was at Lowe’s the other day buying gravel.

(Did I tell y’all that baby nephew built me a greenhouse out back? And I converted the rest of the back to this amazing fire pit/convo area complete with gravel? Now if it would get under 90 degrees so I can enjoy it.)

But anyway, a woman in the line next to me complimented my wedge heels. I laughed and said “Girl, they’re cork. I would not be wearing them otherwise. I turn 50 in a minute and I CANNOT.”

She laughed and said “I was wondering if they were cork! I’m 52 and fully realized I live in my crocs now, and I was wondering if I could tolerate those.”

This led to a gen-xer middle aged lady discussion of crocs and birkenstocks (the chucks and docs are a given). I introduced her to Bolinas clogs.

I went home and gravel’d my yard and she went home to order Bolinas clogs.

(If you are curious, they are made by The Sak, which is a B-corp rated company because you know your girl did her research before buying something that was made with crochet.)

Baby nephew is healing nicely from his surgery. He is such the family caretaker, having to be off his feet and healing has driven him nuts, which I totally relate to. But he is moving around again and set a sale to begin tomorrow (Monday, 10/28) on the Etsy shop. 25% off everything for the week, including the new “Essential Dr. Faith” omnibus of the four bestsellers (Brain, Body, Boundaries, and Intimacy). It has a very respectible cover and title so having it on a shelf at work shouldn’t get you in trouble. All f-bombs inside remain intact, pinky promise.

(Though if you need an f-bomb free version? Befriend Your Brain is the no-swears version of Unfuck Your Brain. Although many people asked for it, it hasn’t sold well so I don’t know if Microcosm is going to de-swear any of the others unless it picks up steam.) Just like Wu-Tang, it is purportedly for the children. But the children also prefer the swears, it appears.)

This has been my indoor cat summer and I feel like I am finally caught up on writing projects (if not any other project). There is a bunch of stuff going to layout and print soon, so I feel like a superior, non-behind human for at least three more days.

Along with the actual indoor cats, inluding the recent rescues sent by the Universe’s Cat Distribution System. Scrappy and Beerus are now 6 months old. And yes, Scrappy is the orangiest orange boy in the world. He is the Marmelade Mayhem Muffin. And it doesn’t help that my house is….fun. I have swinging basket chairs and all kinds of ridiculous shit that make for a kitten playground. They are happy, healthy babies even though the older lady cats (who also wear Bolinas clogs) find them very irritating.

Ok, lovebugs. My life has been busy but not super interesting so that’s all I got. I don’t need to remind you to vote, right? Please vote. You gotta vote. All the way down ticket. Even for municipal propositions. It’s important. You know this, right?

Is it a bribe if I tell you after you vote send me a SASE and I’ll send you stickers? That’s not a bribe, right? Send me a SASE and I’ll send you some stickers. I won’t check to see that you voted or for whom, if you cheat you have to live with your guilty consicence with your ill-begotten stickers. Or Scrappy will send you some stickers. He might chew on them a bit, but he’s too cute for prison so he’s allowed to bribe you. My address on my website is also his address, oddly enough.

No le gusta caminar
No puede montar a caballo
Cómo se puede bailar?

(Valid question there, Kirsty)

Besitos,

Faith