...is shoes. Preferably of the red-soled variety.
(Or this Christian Louboutin coffee table book will do. I guess.)
How on Earth is it November already?! Don't get me wrong; I'm very happy that it is! Though, saying goodbye to October, for me, is like saying goodbye to a beloved friend. "Fare-thee-well, October; until next year, dear pal." I'm only happy because November means I am halfway through the quarter
from Hell at school and my little ol' heart is doing back flips and cartwheels by the thought that my mid-terms are nearly over. I can't even bring myself to think about finals, or Christmas for that matter. Let's just pretend that November will be very drawn out, the days moving at a snails pace as opposed to flying by in a flash like my darling October did. "December, you're nice and all, but please take your time getting here. I'm not ready to face you yet. Nor is my checkbook."
So until 30 days from now, I will try to slow down the clock. I will do lots of breathing, since I've been sort of forgetting to do that as of late...and keep my mind occupied with daydreams of good things....like shoes.
Red-soled, 3-inch tall, lovely as can be shoes.