Saturday, August 18, 2007

Send Help.

You know, the evening started off wonderfully.

Toopweets had a particularly raucous playdate, and then fell quickly asleep. Billy Madison was on, as was Clueless, and I'm not ashamed to say that I still love both of those movies; that shit's funny. We watched, we laughed. Delicious new beer may have been consumed.

I then started to work on a nostalgic post about favorite childhood books (inspired by the lovely Guinness Girl sending me her All of A Kind Family books), but then decided that I should perhaps use my time to finish planning my outfit for the wedding we'll be attending tomorrow.

And then.

After surveying my shoe selection in a final attempt to decide between black or gold shoes (many thanks to my fellow Twitterers for their advice yesterday!) all hell broke loose.

The shoe bars in my closet? Holding up my many pairs of shoes? COLLAPSED. Only one bar remained standing.

Do you see this?

IT PHYSICALLY PAINS ME TO LOOK AT IT.

If anyone needs me, I'll be attempting to return order to this chaos. While weeping. Softly.

In the meantime, please enjoy the video below. Schnozz reminded me of its existence the other night, and if it can put a smile on my face right now, then surely it can be enjoyed by people who don't, at present, have 4-inch heels digging into their bootays:

14 comments:

kerrianne said...

To the rescue!

* kerrianne pauses for a moment after her initial cavalier rescue-esque sentiment, noticing the bottom of her own closet looks EXACTLY like the result of Metalia's befallen shoe bars. Sort of by (lack of) design. She then realizes she would be of little help. But remembers too that she has yummy beer! *

(Cute! shoes.)

nancypearlwannabe said...

Oh! I'm so sad for your poor shoes. They are very cute, though, so that's some consolation.

LVGurl said...

Shoes? What shoes?

I'm too busy being enthralled with The Hoff and his ability to be completely shameless. You have to appreciate the guy for embracing cheese at a whole 'nuther level.

Jackie said...

I know I'm suppose to look at that picture and see a big mess but all I see is all. the. pretty. shoes!!

est said...

Ooh I loved All in the Family books! Someone in my neighborhood recently named their daughter Ella, and I told her that I loved the name and it reminded me of the oldest daughter in a series of books that I used to read when I was younger... but I couldn't remember the name. Thanks for the reminder!

est said...

(Or whatever- All of a Kind Family- apparently I still can't remember the name)

Angella said...

That video is unbelievable. I sat here in stunned silence.

I was such a Knight Rider fan back in the day...but that video killed all of that nostalgia.

Your shoes are cute, regardless of the disarray :)

-R- said...

I would vote for the gold shoes. Because I love gold shoes.

But I am sorry for your closet disaster! Like Kerrianne, my closet looks like that all the time/

I love Clueless and Billy Madison as well. I haven't seen Clueless for a really long time unfortunately. Like, whatever.

gorillabuns said...

i don't have such a problem with the 4.25 shoes i own.

and the hoff?

yes, i did just vomit a little in mouth when he swiveled his hips and strutted with stars shooting out his ass.

clueless? a favorite of mine....

"do you like billie holiday? oh, i LOVE him!"

Mrs. Who said...

I SO feel your pain. My many, many shoes are arranged beautifully on racks and in a hanging shoe bag so they can be properly worshipped.

And, by the way, I am sick with jealousy that you have yellow shoes and I don't.

boogiemum said...

I'm too lazy to keep up with shoes, so if I don't wear them more then about 5 times a year I get rid of them. My closet still looks like that on the bottom though...

Good luck cleaning up :)

Whiskeymarie said...

Like some of the others here, my closet constantly looks like a mall threw up in it.
I feel your pain.

moosh in indy. said...

It may be a pile but it sure is a perdy pile full of perdy stuff.

Isabel said...

I need to know how you were able to do that first hair cut? I know Babboo needs one, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Please remind me what a bad mother I am.

And dude, the wedding you attended this weekend is about 100% the opposite of the one I attended. Two words: cut-offs.

(Is "cut-offs" one or two words? Crap.)

(I was wearing a dress. Don't fret.)