I think I may have already mentioned that we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. I met my husband on Feb 16th, 25 years ago so that is the day we celebrate instead.
Although we don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day I still enjoy decorating our mantel.
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I’m planning a high tea at home this year.
I have a wonderful collection of antique tea cups thanks to my Mom who also has a gorgeous collection. This is a chance to show them off.
I picked up my old Wilson decorating bags and tips, dusted them off and fancied up some muffins. I was a cake decorator, a lifetime ago. Happy to see I haven’t lost all my skills.
The guy proposing below is actually a tea pot my husband bought me well over 20 years ago.
I adore everything about high tea.
The little sandwiches, the sweets, the atmosphere and of course the dressing up.
I don’t require much of a push to dress fancy. I dress up on garbage days to take the trash to the curb.
Either of these dresses would work well for high tea.
Or I might wear this…
Since we’re not leaving the house I can choose whatever I like.
It is quite exciting being able to choose any pair of shoes I want, knowing I won’t suffer any consequences for picking impractical shoes.
Truly, what women need are shoe sherpas.
Especially when the weather is crap, or you don’t know how long you’ll need to trudge from the parking to your destination through snow/slush/ice/rain. I almost have a brain aneurysm every time we go out trying to figure what I can wear on my feet without totally messing up my style vibe and still being able to walk with my head held high rather than hobble crouched over Quasimodo style in excruciating pain to my destination.
These problems just disappear with my new shoe sherpa.
My ideal shoe sherpa would be the brawny, toned, tall, dark haired, light eyed twin brother of Matthias Schoenaerts. He would carry everything I need; several warm lined boots with rubber soles for the snow and ice, options of sparkly or opulant, embellished vertiginous heels for my dramatic made-to-impress entrance and a selection more practical, classic shoes for later in the evening.
My shoe sherpa would be highly perceptive. He would be astutely aware and in tune with my body language.
Matthias The sherpa would anticipate all my internal desires before I myself would be aware of them. Prior to any hint of foot pain he would instinctively switch my shoes to a chic comfortable lower heel or wedge, offering a quickie but intensely satisfying foot massage between footwear changes. At the end of the evening, on the drive back home Matthias the sherpa would gently wrap my toes in pillow soft, extra warm, fluffy lined slippers.
I think I just had a shoe sherpa shoegasm.
Do you need a shoe sherpa?
What about a Matthias? You know, just to help around the house and what-not.