I wore my new shoes to work today...er...well, I wore the right one anyway. They are cute little Airwalks ballet flats that I bought over the weekend. Comfy as sneakers, but more stylish (slightly). A new college-age intern at work stopped me and said that she liked them. I thanked her and told her where I got them. Then she said, and I quote, "I wish they were cut a little lower. They don't show any toe cleavage." WTF!?! Toe cleavage?!? People, for the love of God, don't keep making me learn this stuff on the street! Would it have killed one of ya'll to enlighten me on the importance of toe cleavage? With all of the other things, I, as a woman, have to worry about, now I have to be concerned about TOE CLEAVAGE?!? Oy! I'm too old to care, darn it! I've got more than ample cleavage topside (unfortunately) and at forty two years of age, it's rapidly approaching my toes so I'm just gonna go with that. Toe cleavage. Cripes.
I spent the weekend with my new buddy, Grover. He was aptly named as it turns out. Those turquoise streaks that I mistook for painted dye features in the purple, are actually some kind of crumbly, dryer-linty, cushion foamy hybrid that I can only assume is actual Muppet guts. It breaks into little bits and makes a brilliant accent to the yarn. It is not conducive, however, to spinning the thinnest yarn possible nor will it make good sock yarn, unless you enjoy picking blue Muppet Guts out of your 'toe cleavage' every time you wear them. I'll have to think of a higher, nobler purpose for ol' Grover. All suggestions welcome.
Well, I'd better scurry off to find some lunch. I'm wearing short sleeves so I'll be sure and keep my arms bent to show my elbow cleavage to it's best advantage in lunch line! (Wanders off looking at her new shoe and muttering to herself...toe cleavage.....sheesh....)