This weekend, my maid of honor and I went shopping for a dress for her. I have been chomping the bit on this one, as Jenn is a girl of lovely proportions that could make a designer dress cower in the corner and weep, "I'm not worthy!"
I thought about taking advantage of the massive shoe clearance this particular store was having, but one glance over and I said Hell to the No.
I felt a twinge of regret as this girl spotted me taking a photo of her mom (?) trying on shoes, but the scene really was too extraordinary to leave alone. And it wasn't just them! Shoes are like drugs, people! And I know their siren call well...
Today I chased after the big questions that come when you're trying to sell something. Whether your attitude is good (and thereby influencing your destiny for the better), whether you could be doing something more, something less, or something altogether different.
I decided to get a pedicure and take some advice in the form of reading the first five chapters of What Would Machiavelli Do?: The Ends Justify the Meanness, a book that toes the line between farcical and fascist. Can you really get what you want only by being a total asshole?
Are we middling weenies who vote "yes" to a life of dour mediocrity in the very act of accordance, compromise or consideration?
I say no. I know very, very well that your attitude towards others is the shape of your world. And since I believe that behaving nicely makes things go better, the little puzzle pieces of my reality have aligned themselves... in accord.
I'm in total love with these shoes. Found these clear, 1950's babies at a second-hand store in Chicago. The cat is also second-hand, and I'm in total love with her too.
I always liked to say that you attract more flies with honey than vinegar, but then that leaves me wondering, why the hell am I trying to attract flies? What's your mantra?
Back to the Grindstone,