Man Down! Code 10!

Awww...pretty dress, right? I love it. I wore it to church. I thrifted it in Dallas a few weeks ago.

 Ooh look at the pretty Paris Hilton shoes with the pretty, pretty bow.

Hot, right?

NO! NOT HOT!

Literally after this picture was taken. I FELL. AGAIN!!! JESUS! And it was the fall from hell! As I walked away from taking this picture, the heel of one shoe got caught in the deathtrap bow of the other. I crashed full force into the curb. KNEE FIRST! I landed so hard that I literally thought I crushed my knee!

The bf is so used to my tumbling that he thought it was the normal "Oh, there goes Reiko again" kind of fall. Only when he realized I didn't hop back up like normal and saw tears forming in my eyes did he realize that this was a biggie! 

So after three days of trying to tough it out. I went to the doctor. I felt it only fitting to document the experience for your blogging reading pleasure.

Doc: Ooh...I love that purple on you.

Me: *blushing yet wincing from the pain* Thank you! I try!

Doc: Is that a Mexican dress?

Me: *thinking "How YOU Doin"* Why, yes it is!

Doc: What brings you in? I haven't seen you in a while.

Me: Paris Hilton pushed me.

Doc: *silence*

Me: Well, she didn't push me. Her shoes tripped me and I fell into a curb.

Doc: Oh no. My "friend" has a hard time with heels.

Me: *side eye at friend*

Doc: I'm going to give you the number to a shoe doctor that can put pads on the bottom of your heels and literally you feel like you are wearing sneakers.

I love my doctor! HE is such a diva! After he gave me the shoe doctor's number, he told me that I probably bruised my knee but if I still felt pressure in another week, to come back and take xrays. I explained to him that I've been stumbling quite alot lately.

 After a series of medical questions, we both concluded that I should just be more careful.  Awesome! Thanks Doc!

I told him that giving up my heels was not an option. This blog is called God's Favorite Shoes. God likes flats but he LOVES heels. He told me...God that is. I talked to him last night.  The doctor said I should be fine and proceeded to talk about the most comfortable heels his "friend" swears by.

*side eye at "friend", Doc...side eye*

....it's okay to laugh...and point fingers...and shake your head! HA!

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Movie + Math= Headache

I went to see Inception this weekend...the movie with Leonardo Dicaprio. Umm, this is how I will describe that experience.

I was never good in math in high school or college. Never. Ever. There were times when if I really focused and paid attention to every single detail of how to solve a problem, I could do it. It took immense focus.  I couldn't take my eyes off the board.  I couldn't pass notes, daydream or check my pager*. I had to literally zone out everything around me. I would really feel accomplished if I followed along with the teacher and understood what was going on...for THAT practice problem.

Here is where things go downhill. Don't ask me to tell you how I got that answer. Because I wouldn't know. I would probably just stare at you with my big brown eyes and only above a trembling whisper would I say, "I don't know but I got the practice problem, right."

  

You would probably feel sorry for me and notice a tear forming on the cusp of my eyelids and just rub my shoulder and say "Aww darling, that's okay. I know you tried." (Which is how I passed any math class in my life.)

That's what I had to do to follow the movie Inception. I had to pay really close attention and not talk during the movie even though I really wanted to at times so that I could get it. I needed to get it. And I got it. But I don't ever want to get it again. I was satisfied that I understood the movie in the end but don't ask me to explain it to you. I can't. I won't. Did I enjoy it? It held my attention. Will I see it again? No. People usually go to the movies to relax, not to have a nervous breakdown because of overstimulation of the brain! 

I will just say this, go see it. Go at your own risk or if you have a rocket science degree hanging on  your wall:)

On to the outfit, You've seen all of this before but not together.  I thrifted this dress for a buck a long time ago but I had it altered majorly. The dress was about 2 sizes too big but I kept seeing potential in it.

After all the nips and tucks, even my alterations lady said that I should have just gotten a whole new dress! I'll admit, I'm a persistent little something. I had it shortened, the scoop neck made into a v neck, gathered the sleeves to make it more flattering, made the back into a v neck...ALL KINDS of stuff! It's not one of my favorite alterations jobs but I really just wanted to rock the I Love Lucy scarf so this just dress was the "winner, winner, chicken dinner!"

It'll do.

*P.S...pagers/beepers sound so ancient now!

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The Award For the Worst Auntie Goes To...

The award for the worst auntie goes to....ME! I messed up today...BAD!

I have my nephews in town for the summer. I've had 5 of them with me for a few days. The oldest is 16 and the youngest is 8. They complained about needing a haircut so I thought I would take them. A haircut can cost around 15 to 20 bucks...yeah...times 5! Not so appealing, right? Well, my friend suggested a place that her hubby goes to and was only 4 bucks for a cut. I've seen her hubby millions of times, I figured it was the perfect spot for 5 heads right? No.

So, we go to the shop and even when I pulled up and saw the $3.99 sign, a knot started forming in my gut. The older boys are already talking smack. FOUR DOLLARS?!? Unh hunh. I'm ignoring them and shushing them and trying to reassure them that it's all good. (I should have just turned around right then!)

We walk in and there are nothing but Asian barbers...old Asian barbers...men and women. I'm not judging...I'm just that demographic is not the norm in the "hood" barbershops. So, of course the boys are in an uproar now. I see other clients in the chairs so I am now demanding that my brood shut up!

I forced them to all get in a chair and get their haircut. Each kiddo got in a chair and each barber looked at me like "what do you want me to do?" I'm looking like what the heck? Ask them! Then I figured it out. They speak limited English. Great!

(This skirt is rather full which I usually shy away from but everyday can't be a pencil skirt:)

 So, I go to each chair and tell the barbers what they wanted and each time the barber would point to a picture of a rapper pinned on the wall!!OH MY GOD! NO, I don't want my nephews to look like Bobby Brown when he was with New Edition...circa  1988!

Against my better judgement, I allowed the torture to proceed! I cried a little on the inside as I saw the lady barber next to me take a Schick Quatro razor to my 8 year old nephews head. When they were all done, everyone of them ran out of the door in silence and commenced to pointing at each other to compare whose head was butchered the worst! 

 One nephew had patches behind his ear...another had hair on his forehead...just a mess! My oldest nephew demanded that I take him straight home...not to stop anywhere! I felt soooooo bad!!! I tried to tell them that it wasn't that bad but one of the nephews said he would have rather let Frankie cut his hair....FRANKIE is my DOG y'all!

(I've had this black Gap shirt for years & wore it once. The fit bothers me but it was tolerable today I guess. The Gap skirt used to be white but I dyed it yellow. I learned how to rock my scarf from here

I couldn't allow my family to go out like extras from the Do The Right Thing movie.  I called around to find a reputable barber shop. I found one and took them so they can redeem some of their manhood that was stripped from them. I even bought them ice cream to try to erase the memories but bribes don't go a long way when you have a "rep"...so they tell me. I gotta go...I think they are throwing bricks at my car. I deserve it:(

Moral of the story? YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR!
Lesson Learned!

P.S...that friend who suggested this torture chamber is now on probation from giving advice. The punishment fits the crime.

My Drug of Choice

Here is the truth as of right now. I have high anxiety issues. Money stresses me out. I take personal issues to heart and allow it to stress me out. But Golden Oreos make me feel better. So, I've been feeling really good for the last few hours...thank you Double Stuff Golden Oreos.

Don't judge me, you know you have that favorite thing that helps soothe the stresses of life. I don't do drugs. I do Oreos. Judge me not, lest ye be judged (is that in the bible or a Snoop Dog song...can't remember:)

The only thing that can make me possibly get rid of my anxiety is maybe if Jesus himself lined the streets with a trail of Golden Oreos leading to him...what a glorius day that would be!

Unfortunately, things that make you feel good usually have a downside...a consequence...a side effect. The thickness in my hips are my consequence. Remember a few weeks ago, I was all excited about jogging a solid 20 minutes...forget I said that. A couple of weeks ago, the mister and I had to run in the airport to catch our connecting flight. We  He ran, I hyperventilated. My short legs couldn't catch up to his walking strides. I think I might have screamed "GO, SAVE YOURSELF!" at one point. I don't remember, I was losing oxygen. It's a blur. We made the flight but that little run made my throat burn.

I haven't kicked the habit but I do plan to soon...as soon as I finish the pack of Oreos.

Don't give up on me!

(Vintage Kimono, Target Tank, Lucky Jeans, BCBG Heels, F21 Earrings, Thick Hips: Golden Oreos...Double Stuff)

Kimono worn as dress here:)

Just Another Day

So today went something like this...

 

1. Put on this thrifted shirt dress for the first time and high fived myself because its perfect!

2. Got in the car and caught a Lauren Hill mix going on!

3. On my way to an important meeting...got majorly lost.

($2 thrift dress from my Dallas trip, Target Belt, BCBG Heels, Men's F21 Cap)

4. Finally got to the meeting and realized I left an important document which means I have to go to the meeting again.

5. Fell on my butt again (I know, ridiculous! But my foot got caught in the door of my house and I couldn't break the fall.)

6. Got rained on.

7. Finally caught the Behind the Music on Usher on VH1.

Yep, that's about average for me. Can't have it all, can I?

GFS Diva Style Advice: Part "Finally!"

I haven't done a GFS Diva Style post in a while...well because no one has asked me. Cathy from The Minister of Style blog contacted me to confess a cardinal sin. She had a kimono hanging in her closet not being used to its potential! What the What!?!

Cathy's Kimono Collection

So Cathy,  the Minister of Style...by the way wouldn't you go to church more often if your minister had a little style in the pulpit although it would be a distraction because I would sit there thinking that I need those shoes or that dress...I digress...  asked for ideas on how to rock the kimono. Nothing revolutionary here but here goes!

1. Think outside of the box...wear it outside of the house. Why waste all of that fabulousness sitting around the house? Not that I'm judging but a kimono is instantly chic. Somebody should see it...even it is that pimply faced kid sacking  your groceries at the supermarket!

Pics 1/2: from The Glamourai

Pic 3: From Karla's Closet

Pic 4: from Sea of Shoes

2. Play with the length of it. If you thrifted a kimono, there is no harm in altering the hem line. Depending on your height, a shorter length might be ideal. Throwing on a contrasting belt can also make all the difference in the world.  I had this purple one altered because there were stains at the bottom so I just had it cut. I have quite the collection of kimonos now, all thrifted of course.

3. Wear it is a jacket/cover up. Using it as a lightweight jacket/cover up is always an option. Find a solid sheath (or anything semi fitted), grab some accessories, throw on some heels...and step honey...step like you are going somewhere important!

The above kimono from my GFS Goes to Austin post here

Photos from The Glamourai

So here are the rules Cathy. You take my pointers and run like the wind! My only request is that you have to send me a pic(s) of you rocking the kimono so I can sleep at night:) I will post the update in a new post!

Necklace from Fashionnette-work.blogspot.com...go shopping now! Email her and she will show you her newest pieces!

Let me stress that I am really not one for rules when it comes to style...just know what flatters you and makes you feel good...most of all, whatever you do...pay close attention to fit. Whether it's a vintage find or from a shi-shi-fu-fu store...pay attention to how your clothes hang on you!

Email me if you have a question to go in the next edition of GFS Style Advice!

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If no other reason...do it to keep me busy...I'm getting bored!

Answer Key to Pop Quiz

(Sorry for the squinted forehead...the sun was beaming and I was trying to hurry and take the pic so I could get out of the dress)

Did I mention that I am jealous of those who live anywhere near an H&M? WHY won't Houston get one!?!? Heck atleast somewhere in Texas!?! The powers that be in H&M land...get on that please.

(I'm going to have to find a better belt, I just threw this sash from another dress on and then stuck a flower there.)

This dress makes me happy. By the way, I had to wear a slip under this, luckily for me I've gotten in the habit of thrifting slips because I can never really find them in stores anymore.  

The answer to the pop quiz from the previous post was I was jumping joy for being home from my Virginia Trip. Nothing like being in your own space sometimes. The resignation ran a close second though.  The bonus question answer was C...I said Thank you and gave a blank stare. It was the best I could do. I believe she even moved in for a hug but I think my aura must have given a "don't try that boo boo" vibe. I was polite. I am trying to get into heaven, you know. Being polite should have scored me a point or two with the man upstairs...No?? I say yes.

Pop Quiz

Pop Quiz Question of the day:

There could be a number of reasons why I am jumping for sheer joy in this picture. All of the following reasons are true but tell me which one do you think is the PRIMARY reason for the elation in my face.

1. I just officially resigned from my job today because I accepted a new position that I think I'm going to love. I was overjoyed to personally hand in my resignation to one of my least favorite coworkers of all time.

2. I am just so happy to be back home from my trip to Virginia.

3. Today is my little brother's birthday.

4. I'm about to eat a piece of red velvet cake.

5. I'm actually wearing a white dress...something I rarely do. (It was 8 bucks at H&M...and it has pockets!)

6. I found a lone piece of Bubble Yum Bubble Gum in my purse today.

7. I ate from my favorite fast food spot in Houston today...Frenchy's Chicken!

8. I finally got to catch up on my True Blood episodes.

9. I got to hang out with my nieces today.

10. My "Mr." sponsored my trip to H&M in Virginia.

So which is the MOST likely reason that a 34 year old woman was willing to document jumping in the middle of the street?

NO CHEATING!!!! I don't play that in my classroom:)

By the way, you people who live even in the same state where there is an H&M, consider yourselves lucky!

Bonus Question: What do you think I said to the "least favorite coworker" when she said she was going to miss me?

A. I am going to miss you too.

B. You know what, I've been wanting to say this for a while...

C. Thank You then gave a blank stare.

D. I said nothing.

Home Sweet Home

(On Virginia Beach)

I was in Virginia most of the week...and now I'm back. Enough said. I didn't take many pictures. I did manage to get on a malfunctioning roller coaster...as in it stopped when it should have been going...at the highest point of the ride...at King's Dominion theme park...Not awesome.

(I felt like a crayola in this but I liked it alot. That skirt once was white (click here to see) until it wasn't white so much anymore and I dyed it yellow:)

(Airport Style: The objective was to be comfy on the plane. Found this cardi at H&M...Lady Ga Ga would be proud of my detailed ruffle!)

How about this...why don't YOU entertain ME by telling me about your worst vacation experience?