Tuesday, August 31, 2004
 

Ouch

I have very, very peculiar feet. From ages of going barefoot (hey, I'm from the South), they're tough. But, many days, all I have to do is look at a shoe, and my feet are covered in blisters. Such has been the case lately, when everything from Birkenstocks to stilettos [when I typed this into google to see what came up, I got this page. While I've always described some shoes as ho shoes, I didn't quite realize that there are stores dedicated to purveying quality ho shoes. Live and learn] is giving me major blisters. My feet were in such poor condition by the time I got to class today that a student offered me Band-Aids, and I ended up walking home barefoot. I've been mincing around my apartment all evening. Following some excellent advice I once received on a message board, I soaked my feet in water mixed with hydrogen peroxide, and now I'm limping around in my multicolored neon fuzzy trailer park slippers-- which are hurting my feet. This is just pathetic.

My hands blister the same way. My mother has (oh-so-charitably) commented before that it's a good thing I don't have to make my living by my hands, or I wouldn't make it. Parents are sympathetic like that.

In other exciting, non-extremity-related news, I've augmented my collection of dishes via eBay. I love my Corelle Bella Vista, both for its design and its extreme practicality (drop a plate? it bounces; I've seen it happen). If any of my dedicated readers out there are looking for Corelle patterns, past or present, eBay is a veritable treasure trove. Complete sets, sets of plates, mixed lots, you name it.

I love me some eBay. 100% positive feedback, baby.

Corelle reminds me of a good story. I was speaking to some neighbors several years ago. The mother is my parents' age; she's a Very Proper Lady who's always impeccably dressed (straight out of a Talbots catalogue, I think), keeps an immaculate house, etc. Her daughter (incidentally, my favorite baby sitter when I was a child) is the mother of two little boys, wife of a marine, a scientist / science teacher, and extremely matter-of-fact and down-to-earth. Somehow, the subject of dishes came up, and the mother mentioned a place I might go to find some "beautiful china." I said that Corelle was more my style. The daughter snorted with laughter and said, "Goes straight from the freezer to the oven, then throw it in the dishwasher!" Amazing what a difference a generation makes, huh.

Okay. We've moved from my feet to my dishes in the space of one blog entry. I think that's my cue that it's time to go to bed now.

Elvisette philosophized at 10:46 PM