Took me two days to figure out why I couldn't pack.
See these high heels.....these sweet spiky teasers on my happy feet... ....they were lying in the "probably not going to NY pile".... in my bedroom.
And that was the problem.....
Perhaps I've watched too many Sex and the City episodes....or just get turned on by my mental/fantasy images of life in NYC and the Island.....but a part of me wanted to be packing for this type of vacation....the slinky skirt, the big high heels.....the low cut black top.
And what was actually going into the NY pile? Rugged sandals....t-shirts.....shorts....a sweatshirt. Practical stuff for the beach and just hanging out.
In other words, severe vacation disassociation......Heart and Spirit....versus Logic and Practicality.
So I said...."screw this".....and tossed the demon heels into the suitcase with a silky skirt and the low cut top.
"Remember those new shoes I bought last week?" I asked hub....."I'm taking them with me on vacation".........hoping to plant a seed in his very scientific mind.
But just in case......I emailed my daughter....we'll have a least a day in the city together.
"Sweetie....I'm taking you to a great Italian restaurant for dinner when we
get to the City.Bring something nice to wear....do you have high heels? Bring
them. Love...me"
It's good to be a smart chic.....its better to be a smart sexy chic in big heels.....
at least now and then.
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