I couldn't. I wouldn't. I wouldn't if I could.
As a person who tries to keep it simple - I mean, I love wearing my Crocs - and so admires the Holy Father's call to simplicity and the less blingy life, I would be somewhat embarrassed to wear Chanel flats. But...also as a person who couldn't walk in any kind of heels if my life depended on it, I do appreciate the plethora of really nice and good looking flats that are available these days. And these keep catching my eye on the internets. They'rs pink. They're flats with bows!!! (I know about algorithms....and how they are used to tickle my shoe interest. Some bot out there knows me a little too well. Flats. With bows. Pink!)
No. I wouldn't buy them. Even through a discount online consignment concern they are too freakin' "splooey"*. [I go through great mental debate about buying $20 flats at Target, so these are about $430 over my price range. Ha!] But if someone has them and is moved to give them to the poor....yes, I would wear them if they were left on my doorstep. Because alms givers needs alms receivers, right?** Size 10...Wide.
*von Hubenism for conspicuous consumption.
**three of my four daughters wear the same size, so I could be a giver and/or at least sharer, too! In fact, I'd feel so guilty having them in my possession I would have to pass them along!
I did a little blog piece on Fr. Barron's Word on Fire blog for the Feast ofAnnunciation ...narrowed down my favorite Annunciation paintings to ten. There are so many that paring it down to ten wasn't easy. But here I can divulge my favorite of the favorites! Henry Ossawa Tanner's Annunciation from 1898. Less detailed than some other works, but still containing many elements common to the subject matter.
In looking into the symbolism of the Annunciation I found so many things I hadn't known before. It was too much to go into in a preamble to ten beautiful paintings that I simply referred to them as "Holy Easter Eggs" - you know, in the non-edible, non-Easter Easter egg sense.
Of all the Gabriels, in all the Annunciation paintings I've looked at, Tanner's is brilliant. The dynamic yet soft vision of light that we see is not what Mary is seeing. We are given a glimpse into a moment of universal significance, yet Tanner is able to tell the story while preserving the intimacy of the moment. This was a risky undertaking....a lesser artist could well have tried this and been left with something utterly laughable. But Tanner made it work.
When I set out to write 7 Ways to Observe Lent in the Home for Fr. Robert Barron's Word on Fire Blog, the first item that came to mind was my annual giving up of kvetching. I'm not kvetching about it - it's just so much easier said than done. Especially during a winter that has made kvetching about the weather the basis of everyday conversation in the Chicago area. Finally we have a sunny, warmish (in the fifties!!!) day; it's been a long, long time since I've been able to greet people with, "What a gorgeous day!"
As Chicagoans know, it won't last. Good or bad, it never lasts. The seasons here provide a seasoning to our daily existence. And the necessity for multiple wardrobes (e.g., warm-Spring, cool-Spring, cool-Summer, nice-Summer, insufferable-Summer etc. ) Which makes life interesting. And provides us with days on which we are not led into the temptation to kvetch!
We always called the darkly dressed walkers (usually walking with traffic...seriously!) "ninjas". I thought this was maybe just a vH family pet peeve and then I saw this on a Cracked.com piece about 30 words that should be added to the English language. So we're not alone in our extreme dislike of those who appear to be asking to be hit. Add this word to the OED dictionary stat - that will happen faster than people could be educated not to walk in the dark dressed like ninjas!
It's been a bad winter for near misses with ninjestrians. If I thought ninjestrians were bad back in the Smith Avenue neighborhood I was extremely deluded. Our new neighborhood has a lot of people who need to walk everywhere; combined with a lack of sidewalks or sidewalks even reasonably shoveled. Everyday has a near miss with a ninjestrian. I was so pleased to leave for home late yesterday afternoon and have enough sunlight left to navigate around walkers. My daily commutes involve always taking the left lane when there is a two lane option...and even that isn't a perfect solution since there is a contingent of fearless people who prefer to walk down the middle of Green Bay Road. But still, we are always on high alert. (There are the ninjestrians who walk -with traffic - three across and have the nerve to flip you off as you pass.)
Don't they teach any of this in school anymore: wear something light and reflective at night, walk against traffic etc? You know, simple life survival skills... I floated they idea of starting a personal 'ministry' of passing out white scarves (not hand knit, I'm not that ambitious) to people I almost run over. But that was shot down by a family member who thought that might lead to me being found in a ditch, strangled with one of the scarves.
Please, ninjestrians of the world. I want you to live. I want you to prosper. I don't want years of therapy to get over the trauma of hitting you. (Nor substantial front end damage to my car.)
I really thought Bridget, Eddie, and I won some sort of cosmic lottery when our tire was hit by a heavy, sharp, and sizable chunk of metal on our way home from Mariano's last week-end. All things considered we were so fortunate since it could have been so much worse if it had hit the truck's gas tank or come in through the window. At the time I was a bit hysterical - what with having to have the truck towed away and getting a ride back to my other car in the back of a Sheriff's Deputy's cruiser. (First time being driven around by the Sheriff's police...short ride, no time to snap a quick 'selfie' to commemorate the moment!)
Then Embot called to say that she heard a strange noise coming from one of her tires.
She was figuring on a rock stuck in the tread - didn't count on a bullet casing. So there's our winner for the "February - Oh, My Aching Tires" sweepstakes. Let's hope the rest of the month is without incident - and that March can be boooorrrriiiinnnngggg!
One little nook at a time, home is starting to look more like a home. I'm working with what I brought along...and constantly wondering what is at home and what is in storage. Would like to get to the storage place to pick up a few things - including my 'box of saints.' But I'm happy to have a nice area which is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing at night. Enhanced by the beautiful quilt and pillow sham that Bee gave me for Christmas, my happy area has my favorite lamp, statue of Our Lady, and my cherished "Two Smiles" rosary from New Zealand. Looks like home to me.