Footwear

This Tuesday just gone it was 15 degrees in Toronto! So, naturally, all of the snow has melted. I must be honest the nice crisp coolness is a refreshing and delightful change to the bitter cold and slush that came with all the snow recently. Apart from feeling nice and comfortable when walking, the ground being clear of snow also means a change of footwear. Below are two new pairs of shoes, bought to celebrate sales and the lack of snow, and one pair that has resurfaced after not being worn since the World Series.... yes, a longtime Yankee fan now owns a pair of Red Sox sneakers. And rightly so! The Yankees got rid of Bernie Williams, my favourite player for more than ten years, so I am allowing myself to give in to my secret love of the Boston Red Sox.



WOW, weather AND talk of footwear. This might be the most sinfully boring blog entry yet! (At least it has photos, right?) To be honest, I have a few things on my mind at the moment but haven't had a chance to sort them out clearly enough to post them here for your reading pleasure. I have seen a couple movies recently and will eventually get to 'reviewing' them for you, but I'm a bit lazy/distracted/tired to do it right now.

That and, well, after my last post I got to thinking about some of the answers I'd included. I'm not taking back what I said for any of them, don't worry. I just got to thinking about them, that's all... one in particular. The love question. Did I fall in love in 2007? To which I replied, "I think I might have, though I can't be sure just yet." Could I be more vague? Yes, I suppose I could. But as this response sparked curiosity with at least one of my friends, it also left me wondering what the real answer behind that vagueness is...

Truth is, I really don't know. I mean, can you fall in love without someone falling in love with you back? Sure, you can fall in love with a pair (or three pairs) of shoes, but to actually fall in love with another person doesn't it require that person feeling the same way. You can love someone with all of your heart, but being in love is that rare and wonderful and magical and butterfly-inducing feeling that really doesn't happen until the other person feels it to. So, I stand by my answer. no matter what I felt, or thought I felt, I can't be sure it was me falling in love.

If only sorting out true feelings was as easy as buying a pair of shoes. With shoes they either fit or they don't. You either like the way they look on your feet or you don't. They either have your size or they don't. With shoes there is not much left to the imagination, yet with men there is far too much left to the imagination and it is this imagination that encourages my romantic soul to remain hopeful and optimistic about finding real love.

Hmm, I've never really gone into too much detail about how I feel about love or relationships and the like, have I? Well, I suppose I had to start somewhere. Welcome to my wonderfully romantic, yet strangely analytical, heartfelt world.