Yesterday, I learned JCPenney will be discontinuing their catalog. Dumplings, I cannot tell you how sad this makes me. Not that I've bought anything from them in years. (Hmmm... I bet that's somehow connected.) The catalog, bigger than our local phone book, used to arrive at our house seasonally, and it was a fight as to who would peruse it first. My brother and I would wanted the toy pages, and my mother who is six feet was dying to see the latest tall fashions. I haven't told Mom yet - she'll be devastated. She still buys clothing through their catalog, though her most recent purchase took nearly five weeks to get to her. (Hmmm... I bet that's somehow connected.)
I want to know why stripper shoes went high fashion. Is anyone else disturbed by this footwear trend? Luckily, at 5'9" I have no need for that heel height. But even if I was barely breaking Beiber size, I would still be horrified by this shoe (Yves St. Laurent and $760, BTW).
And speaking of fashion statements, I have a stress test today during which I'm not allowed to wear a bra. My cardiologist seems to think I have a benign arrhythmia and my recent episodes could be the result of peri-menopausal hormone fluctuations (um, thanks Doc for telling me youth is in my rearview mirror). He wants a couple of tests just to make sure. So what this means is my heart is fine but marches to its own beat. Which I'm sure won't surprise any of my regular blog readers.
Sweaty floppy boobies,