“Dr. D, when am I allowed to wear high heels?” #priorities
Today was a momentous morning. 50 days since The Great Fall of 2013, I received the long-awaited and excellent news that my knee is finally healed. And with healing comes that little novelty known as WALKING. But unfortunately, actually putting one foot in front of the other is no easy feat for me at this point. I can’t believe how much I took my previous ambulation for granted! Tomorrow, though, marks the second half of my road to recovery. I’ll embark on eight weeks of thrice-weekly physical therapy sessions, to rebuild my right leg, and return it to its previous state of normalcy. The first step, though, is to re-learn how to walk. Never did I ever think I’d utter such words, but alas, I’m ready to get my strut back. I also invite you to join in my elation, as I’m allowed to re-work my footwear favorites into my daily ensembles in the coming weeks, as well! I’ve missed my shoes far too much.
So, today, on the eve of my GRAND and PERMANENT return to the concrete jungle, I created a little playlist of tunes, with lyrics that speak to me, in light of the circumstance. Get ready to rock out!
“Set me free, why don’t you baby?” Keep Me Hanging on – Kim Wilde (I rediscovered this hit over the weekend, and couldn’t stop replaying — and couch-dancing along to — the ‘80s-tastic version. Add it to your early summer playlists. It’s totz amaze!)
“Finally it’s happening to me, right in front of my face, and I just cannot hide it.” Cece Peniston – Finally (Eight weeks later!)
“They tried to make me go to rehab…” Rehab – Amy Winehouse (Except I said, “Yes, yes, yes.”)
“One more day all on my own…” One Day More – Les Miserables (Though unlike poor ‘ponine, I’m welcoming independence with open arms.)
“Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love ya, tomorrow!” Tomorrow – Annie (It’s a rather annoying anthem of the little orphan, but I’m really loving tomorrow right now. Thate red-headed curly-q is seriously speaking to me!)
“But the fever’s gonna catch you when the bitch gets back.” Bitch is Back – Elton John (…)
“I know my kingdom awaits.” Coming Home – Diddy (Up two flights, it does indeed! I just want to stop and stare at my shoes for at least an hour upon arrival.)
“You can get what you want, or you can just get old.” Vienna – Billy Joel (Youth = Resilience!)
“The world’s a rollercoaster, and I am not strapped in.” I Wish You Were Here – Incubus (No more crutches! Oy vey…)
“I’m going to the place where love and feeling good don’t ever cost a thing.” Home – Daughtry (Subtract sky-high rent and $14 vodka cocktails, and that’s rather true. Thankfully, walks around the Jackie O. Reservoir are gratis, and those always feel great.)
“Snap back to reality! Oh, there goes gravity.” – Lose Yourself – Eminem (Reality indeed.)
“So when the director yells, ‘Cut,’ I’ll be fine. I’m forever young.” – Young Forever – Jay-Z (Amen.)
I spend a lot of time on Facebook, for both personal and professional purposes, yet for all the site’s merits, I also detest what it’s done to our communication landscape. I can’t deny that it’s a rockstar of a tool to use in cataloging contact info, keeping in touch with far-away friends, and, um, stalking pictures of pretty people. On the other end, though, it adds a lot of stress to our lives, forcing us to define our relationships, alerting us of plans to which we weren’t privy, and reminding us when yet another duo “puts a ring on it.” Beyond these pros and cons, though, is the overarching business that is Facebook, and the cash cow it’s become via targeted advertising, among other things. Just check out when it’s selling to me today! I couldn’t help but chuckle at the very juxtaposed items: a jazzy and statement-making Kate Spade watch (which is so totally on my spring wish list) and a “shocking” treatment for joint relief. According to Mr. Zuckerberg, I am a rather stylish grandma!
It’s been a while since I’ve made a materialistic muse, but in all honesty, I’ve been on a bit of a shopping hiatus these days. However, I did make one incredibly saucy purchase while pursuing the boutiques of San Fran. Not like I couldn’t get these babies from the BCBGs on this side of the country, but it’s all the more sweet that my leather leggings are from the west coast. They’re by far my new favorite weekend staple. RAWR!
Also, while we’re on the topic of attire, I thought I’d share a little snapshot of my shoe collection. Well, part of it at least… There’s no such thing as a shoe surplus! Are you surprised that I’ve got an entire shelf dedicated to pink heels — and pink heels alone?!
Now that my boots are in season (and thereby no longer atop the highest shelf), I’m in the market for some new knick-knacks to join my Burberry rainboots in the top-left corner… Suggestions welcomed!