Okay, before we get started with today’s post, a bit of housekeeping. Firstly, I have published a new piece in Skirt Magazine called “What My Preschoolers Taught Me about Shopping like a Grown Up.” At least that’s what it was supposed to be called. The editor thought the title was a bit long (can’t imagine why…) but it’s still a fun read for those of you who have enjoyed my stories about The School and all of the little beach balls who have come tumbling in and out of my classroom for the past two years.
Secondly, I have finally caved to mounting pressures to get serious about my blog and my relationships with all of you, since without you I’d probably have descended into complete insanity by now. To this end, I am launching an official e-newsletter.
That’s right: a newsletter.
It’s going to be fabulous, and infrequent, unlike the seemingly hourly dispatches I’ve been receiving from The Body Shop after signing up for their loyalty card…
It will include links to my latest blog posts for those of you who don’t have the time to read them as they arrive in your inbox, plus an embarrassing photograph from my personal archives, and—best of all— some sort of super amazing, secret content available exclusively to you, my loyal fans.
How can you subscribe?
I’m so glad you asked.
The good news is if you already subscribe to this blog via email, I’ve automatically added you to the list. The bad news is if you subscribe through WordPress, or don’t already subscribe to this blog, you’ll have to click here to add yourself. You can opt out as well, simply by hitting “Unsubscribe.”
My intent is to send updates every two weeks but knowing me, this will never happen so I’m going to aim for once a month. As you may have noticed, I’ve been implementing quite a few changes here at Fieldwork in Stilettos and I don’t want any of you to get lost in the fray so I’m hoping a newsletter will help to keep everyone in the loop.
Now, getting down to business.
By which I mean mainly the footwear but also the underwear, at least hypothetically speaking.
It all started a few weeks ago when I found myself at an outlet mall outside of Ocean City, face to face with a pair of gorgeous, heavily discounted, men’s sandals. I called The Wedding Date immediately to inquire as to his shoe size and even though he quickly realized what I was up to (and refused to tell me), I made an educated guess.
And I was right.
The only problem was that he HATES flip flops. And even though they fit him perfectly, he complained and complained and spent the entire afternoon muttering about Chinese foot binding under his breath.
But I like the way they look, and I can’t understand why he finds them so damn uncomfortable. I mean, they’re thongs! Who doesn’t like thongs?
Well… me, for starters. And now, in case you hadn’t realized, I’m talking about the other type of thongs: the dental-floss-up-your-butt type of thongs. And, as you can probably tell from my description, I do NOT wear these types of thongs.
The Wedding Date has never actually asked me to wear a thong. He always tells me that he loves me just the way I am, no matter what I’m wearing, and even though I don’t usually believe him (he is a guy, after all), he’s never called me from Victoria’s Secret to inquire about my size…
So what do you think? Am I being irrational or is he? I mean, plenty of people don’t like things sticking between their butt cheeks, but between their toes? It’s not like I’m asking him to parade around in four-inch stilettos (which, come to think of it, he’s never asked me to do either)…