True Story:
It was my day off. I had the typical afternoon planned. Cleaning, doing my laundry, etc. I had already wasted the morning (well, late morning) sitting on the couch watching re-re-runs of Friends and it was probably well past time for me to stop lying around. My husband, who works from home, was steadily working the day away in his office so there was really no reason not to try and do something productive. I go upstairs and look around at the laundry pile and mess I had created from a weekend full of working and not putting things away. But then something caught my eye. A beautiful kelly green shoebox.
I should probably mention that every year I purchase myself something nice for Christmas. Something that I would never dare ask for or expect to receive as a gift. This year I treated myself exceptionally well because, lets face it, 2020 sucked. So I purchased a brand new pair of Bottega Veneta stretch sandals to add to my collection. Ive been obsessed with everything that this brand has put down the runway since Daniel Lee took over as creative director back in 2018. He really has taken a classic brand and modernized it while still honoring the quality and classic craftsmanship you would expect from Bottega. I bought these sandals in the most beautiful shade of lavender, though they come in a variety of beautiful colors, and they were everything I had ever hoped for and more. They were stylish, comfortable, incredibly well made, and versatile.
That’s what was in the box. The box that I couldn’t stop giving the side eye every time that I looked remotely in that direction. It didn’t take long for me to become completely distracted from my laundry situation. Before I knew it I was in the box. And then I was in the shoes. And then somehow I ended up in my closet giving these shoes their very own styling session.
I was being so quite. Like a mouse really. I thought that would keep my drastic halt in productivity a secret. I was so nieve. Little did I know that in my distracted mouse like state, that my husband had cleverly picked up on a silence that was not at all associated with laundry day. He called up the stairs, “what are you doing up there?”, which stopped me dead in my tracks. I was caught, like a deer in the headlights. The jig was up!
So, like the mature thirtysomething adult I am, I gathered myself. I walked to the stairwell. And then in my whiniest squeakiest voice I yelled “I haven’t even done any laundry at all”. I put out my bottom lip and yelled exasperatingly “Ive been up here playing with my shoes this whole time”!
Of course he found this to be hilariously typical. He knows my distractibility when fashion is at play. So we all had a good laugh and then he went back to work, and I went back to my shoes, happy that my charade of productivity was busted. My laundry didn’t get done that day. And honestly I didn’t even care because I was having the best time. Just a girl and her brand new Bottega Veneta .
