Moody Meow

I’m not a vegan. I try to make responsible choices about my food and clothing, but there are some situations where it is impossible. Running and biking do not come easy to the vegan. My seat is made of leather. I think my bike shoes have leather as well. I know my running shoes do. So, I will allow leninency the for workout stuff. But, in my everyday life, I am pretty strict about what I wear. If you have some crazy inclination to buy me a fur, silk, or a leather jacket, you can save your money. Fur is understood. Silk feels odd to me. And leather, well it’s just not that attractive to me.

This tangent does have a purpose. Go with me on this one. So, with my limitations on what I am willing to buy, trying to find cute shoes is a bitch. I don’t wear anything with a heel. Even a short heel will trip me up. Beyond my flop-flops, I don’t like open toed shoes. I like funky, fun-colored, flat shoes. I do love my stacks because they make me taller and I do have a slight Napoleon complex. Lately I’ve leaned towards shoes with a smaller sole. Rocket Dog is probably my favorite shoe maker. I went on their site to show you the shoes I bought, but they aren’t there. First of all they are brown. I haven’t had brown shoes since I was sixteen. They have this funky strap that pulls the shoe together and blue accents. They are uber-comfy and made of the same kind of micro-suede as my couch. Good stuff. So I am happy to report that I bought shoes without compromising my ethics.

I want another tattoo. I am going to get a full chest peice done so that I can fix the sisterhood knot and reinvigorate it with true sisterhood energy. The work around it is going to center on rebirth, the use of sacred flowers and names of those I love. Don’t worry, it’s not going to be tacky, but it is going to be beautiful. The other two peices I want are a full sleeve of leaves. Seemore inspired this one. I thought about having the stages of the seasons, from spring to winter (the Spring portion would start at my shoulder) but I want to incorporate other symbolic trees. So, that’s another work in progress in my brain. Then there is a the goddess image, but I explained that one already. D owes me a few images, but I won’t pester him until we get the money….

The past came forward this weekend. Jen, a former bartender from Barbarella’s was at Babo’s on Saturday. She looked great and was so happy to see D and I. She looked sort of surprised that we were married, but I think she probably knew that it would happen eventually. Then I found a birthday card from my former friend, Richard. I exited his life with a lot of harsh, mean words. Sometimes I am just such an ass. But you live and you learn.

With my pretty shoes I am going to get back to work.