Getting the Shakes

So we're about halfway through this 30 to 30 Challenge. I am wearing real clothes today because I am actually out of the house (pictures to come later!). But here's the thing. The hardest part of this challenge is the no shopping. Seriously, you guys. I went to Stein Mart last night looking for a fireplace screen (no luck, in case you were wondering) and I had to close my eyes to walk past the shoe section. It isn't clothes I crave. It's shoes. DSW's website has become my porn. And the SM Ollie bootie just got marked down. Seriously! This kills me. You know what else I want to buy?

 Scarves. Wraps. Warm things in which to snuggle. Fall has finally deigned to visit the valley and it is COLD and I want to wrap myself in cashmere and poly/rayon blends. I am also discovering another problem with the seasons here. Everyone else started the challenge during autumn, and the end will probably fall at the beginning of winter, temperature-wise. Right? I don't know how seasons really work. Here, it's hot for a long time and then it's cold for a couple months, and then it's hot again. Well, I started this challenge during out 2 week "autumn," which is when it's chilly at night, but still warm-ish during the day. Now, it's chilly all the time, and I didn't pick out any sweaters because it wasn't sweater time yet. I have to hope my cardis get me through, I guess. I also did not think through the items I selected very well. Recall that I picked 5 tops. Do you know what color those tops were? Blue. Some shade of blue, off white, black, and black and white. That's pretty much it. There is an overwhelming amount of blue in my 30 for 30 section of my closet, something I did not notice when I was grabbing clothes and throwing them on the floor hours after moving all my stuff to a new apartment. Next time, I really need to be more prepared. I need to think things through for more than 15 minutes. Also, between the end of this challenge and the start of next challenge, I need to add a lot more colors that are not in the blue family to my wardrobe. And I NEED SHOES. Platform heels, booties, oxfords hklnjdjknvjkdhpaskml;dsc. Seriously, all I can think about are shoes. Guess what the paper I am STILL writing is NOT about. Shoes. I'm pretty sure it's going to turn out "In Katz, the defendant was convicted Steve Madden booties counts of transmitting Seychelles wagering information Zappos narrow width 4in-4 3/4in nude platform by telephone WHEN CAN I BUY SHOES AGAIN OHDEARGOD THE PAIN."

Sigh. At least tomorrow is my favorite holiday, and I get to sit around eating tons of food with my family until I pass out. (Remember, everyone, elastic waistbands!) I'll also take the time to be thankful for the shoes I DO have. A lot of people don't even have cute shoes, you guys. I'm blessed.

I'd be super blessed to have those puppies in my closet, though. (Says the girl who should not legally own any more pairs of black heels.)

I'm also blessed to have my family, including my big brother who just convinced me I can easily get to 20 pages in this Type Z Darla in grey patent paper. And my family, whom I hopefully will not torture by lecturing them on the "reasonable expectation of privacy" hooey. I'm extremely happy they let me cook for them and bring them stuffed mushrooms for appetizers. And I'm thankful for my boyfriend, who is not here. I'm blessed to have such a kind and understanding person who puts up with me, and I'm fortunate that I miss him when he's gone. Instead of being fortunate that he's gone, as I was with other people I may have dated.

(This pie is probably 9,000 times better than the last couple boys I dated, present company excluded, of course.)

Happy Thanksgiving, doves!

C'mer you delicious, juicy bird.