It's Not All Bad

Despite all my moaning and self-pity, as expressed in the last few posts, all is not unrelievedly bad.
I was out yesterday in my kick-ass Mary Janes, buying the last piece of furniture for my studio, when I was hailed by two nice ladies.

"Oh, miss," they said, trying to catch my attention, "miss." I love it when I get called "miss." It makes be feel like age hasn't totally caught up with me.

I did a quick inventory: no food on my face; my zipper was not open; what did they want?

"We just love your shoes! We were really admiring them. Where did you get them?"

Hah! I knew they rocked!