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Category: Shoe Love is True Love

Nov 04

Things I Can Spare.

He seemed to be in a hurry, the total stranger. He had styled hair and a nice camel-colored houndstooth coat. He looked like he had had a morning like I had had. He wasn’t smiling.

I saw his metrocard reader flash the most unholy of all error messages when he swiped it: INSUFFICIENT FARE. He was going to run very late.

I had a transfer on my card, because I caught the bus this morning. I had enough on my card to get the both of us on the train. So I did. He was turning, a bit wild-eyed, looking for the metrocard vendor, trying to get out of the way. “Sir! Sir!” I called. He turned to look at me. “It’s ok. I’ve got you. Go ahead.”

And I swiped him through. Because I had the extra ride, and I could spare it. I gave a homeless man my last $2 last night because I could spare that, too. I have the blessed good fortune that leaves me with the security of knowing that if I go to the ATM, there’s more money there for me. I choose to live with the belief that if I were running late and my metrocard expired and a stranger was in a position to help, she would. I believe that because I live that way as often as possible.

If you can spare it, say thank you for the blessing and pay it forward.

The stranger looked at me with such genuine surprise and gratitude… His day got better. It’s 9:30 AM and I’ve given that to someone already. Maybe I’m not off to such a bad start, after all.

Seeing the homeless on the streets, suffering through the colder nights and malnutrition… It breaks my heart. I can’t save everyone, but I can try to help.

James and I–me, especially– need to weed out the excess clothing we have laying around our closets and drawers. Cluttering up our floor and hampers and desk chairs and couch.

And then, I’m taking it all straight to the local charities. There are people out there who can benefit from my years of hoarding clothing. There are people out there who can find far more necessity in the garments I take for granted.

And, if we’re being really honest here, most of what I own are all things I can spare.

So it’s time to be thankful for my blessings, then take a look at where others can benefit and pay it forward.

-M.

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Jun 24

Finding Touch.

Hello, old friends. It is Mallory. I am out from under my rock, and I’d like to chat it up with you.

Oh, I jest. I wasn’t under a rock, I was under a thesis. And then Boston. And moving. At any rate, today was a day to connect with old friends, old soulmates and The Reasons I’m Glad I Never Have to Date Again.

New Old Favorites include Tiffany, who’s still in Boston, but we forgive her. Allison, who has reminded me I need to finish reading Skinny Bitch and kick my blog into higher gear. (Allison’s blog can be found here, and you’d be well-advised to prepare for a good, hard laugh. Her take on life is priceless.) Sarah, who’s an adult now, and moving to Atlanta for business, and Aaron, who can still play a guitar better than any other boy I know.

And, because this won’t make for an awkward conversation when James reads this in an hour– I’ve picked out my wedding dress!

No, I’m not even close to being engaged. No, we haven’t even talked about anything even loosely pertaining to marriage. Yes, he has spent the past two hours playing video games. But, look! J. Crew has BEAUTIFUL GOWNS for NOT A LOT OF MONEY!

This is exciting for me, because I am not two things. 1. I am not one to plan her wedding out ahead of time, and also not one to take risks. Knowing that a brand I know and love will ship me a dress pretty much guaranteed to fit my body without much fuss = confirmation that weddings don’t actually need planning, and that other women fuss unnecessarily, and 2. I am not a girl who expects her father to pay for anything anymore, not even her wedding. I’ve been financially independent too long to foist that off on my father, who still has my mother and sister to worry about.

I’m not getting married. And for this occasion, I’ve selected for you, my Not Getting Married Wedding Outfit! J.Crew is Flash so I can’t swipe the images, but, for your viewing pleasure nonetheless:

The Gown.      The Shoes.    The Bling.

Go ahead. Picture me in the getup. You’re welcome.

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Nov 20

In which there are bad choices, good realizations and sirens.

I have to be brief, because I have a list of things to do tonight before I’m allowed to pass out that makes even the most organized color-coding list junkie cower in fear. So, I share with you: My Lists:

Things I’ve Done In The Past 48 Hours That I’m Proud Of:

-Told Pace Security- convincingly- that I’m an Espionage Major.

-Made a barista blush by locking eyes with him and saying in a come-hither tone, “Iced grande Chai latte, please… Make it dirty.” And then I threw in a wink and a grin and his face reddened like a whore in church.

-Bought fierce-but-grown up shoes. That I’ll be able to wear forever, because they’re classic and wardrobe-staple-y.

-Realized what I have to do this week to make the next three years of my life easier.

-Giggled with small children in the store (instead of the standard, irritated-glower).

-Not rushed Grandma off the phone.


Things I Absolutely Need to Get Done Tonight:
-E-mail to research librarian about Thesis.
-Dig out old papers on Final Girl for Thesis.
-Analysis of Nora Ephron and first draft of Satire for Independent Study.
-Photographs of things on my desk for Self-Portrait Collage.
-Something, anything, for my Studio Class, which I’ve sorely neglected.
-Fashion Resume and Graduate School Applications
-Study for those pesky GREs.
-LAUNDRY
-A pedicure.

Things I  Have Done So Far:
-Contemplated suspending my Dating Embargo, but only briefly.

-Rediscovered my secret, hidden blog.
-Written in it.

So. The old blog is now new and fresh, and not secret. I’m not sure how I’m going to talk shit about everyone, because I can tell you right now I’m too lazy to make up aliases for people. And I’d get them confused. And then I’d change them, and slip one day and use a real name… I’m too big of a mess for discretion

Guess that means I’ll just have to start playing nice. My, my… What has the world come to?

xoxo

-mm

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