Shoes...

Larders

About three months ago I bought the most stunning pair of shoes that I have owned to date. Problem is I can't wear them without falling and ankles threatening to break. They are so high! I have never worn them out of the house because literally take 10 steps and I fall. Now these shoes form part of an outfit that I want to wear for a family wedding I will be attending in September. You may think to yourself "come on Mother Larder, September is so far just practise wearing the damn shoes!". I agree with you whole heartedly. The problem lies with the fact that I have now developed somewhat of a fear of wearing these shoes. To the normal person they may look fine but until I moved to JHB wearing heels was an occasional thing. In JHB heels are a must for any girl. And the higher the better. Your wardrobe forms part of your resume. So in order to be relevant and have a competitive edge in the job sector I need to look the part. Plus there's nothing that screams HOT! like a killer pair of heels.

And so begs the question? How do I get over my fear of these shoes? I don't know but I need to get over it and fast.

Here are some pics of the shoes plus some outfits from thrifting!!

Till later
Xo
Mother Larder
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Amazeballs...

Really?! Who the eff came up with that?! Please stop saying that. Its annoying. The word is AMAZING hot dang it!!

Thanks

ML
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Florence and The Machine

Larders

There's a song by Florence and the Machine that goes "sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air...sometimes I feel like saying Lord I just don't care". Winter is my least favourite season and it constantly proves itself to be a punk. Not only is it so cold that I feel like my fingers will fall off but its also the most challenging season in all spheres i.e. spiritually, emotionally and financially.

Last Friday I was so stressed my knot (just under my left shoulder blade) was so painful my back, arm and neck were also paining. I also could not really turn my neck. But somehow after sleeping it off, I woke up Saturday knowing that God is going to make a way where there seems to be no way. He has to because I have no other option but to depend on him.

Friends and family are also going through very trying times and I wish I could be there to help them but all I can do is pray for them. Like the song goes "this too shall pass" and I refuse to give up. Nothing worthwhile ever came easily. Plus Summer will come again in 4 months:))

I went to the gym yesterday for the first time since I made the big move. Let me start with the changing rooms.... They are so pretty! Its dark wood and hair dryers everywhere and gorgeous showers and there are TVs tuned in to SKY news and CNN. I felt so intelligent walking out. The lighting was blue tho. Felt a little like a porn set. Weird.

The rest of the gym is nice and small and cozy which I love. But there are waaaaay too many people. When I gym I don't want to be bumping into Jack, Jill and Heidie. (No, I'm not fussy at all)

Then there was my first Zumba class.... Ever heard of the phrase "white man can't dance"? Well I felt like a deaf, blind, partially paralyzed white man in there. Everyone was in sync except me! I'm black dang it! I should have rythm! But I'll be damned! When they were cha-cha-ing to the left I was hopping to the right. When they were grapevining, I was spinning. I was HOPELESSLY lost. My ultimate was that all the people in the class were thin, happy and pretty! I wanted to projectile vomit on them. Ugh. Stupid happy people. I guess I'm a sucker for punishment coz I'm going again tmro for more.

Have a lovely week!

Chat soon.

Ps. My new favourite past time is thrifting. A friend of mine bout this skirt for me for R20 (which is about 2 american dollars?). I LOVE the buttons on the skirt! Praise the Lord for dead folk who donate their stuff. (Yes. Yes. I know, that was insensitive. Get over it)
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