Fancy Feetsies

Once upon a time, I wore heels for roughly twelve hours straight, almost daily. Climbing the circular staircase of our office, running to meetings or through airports, shuffling clients or my creative team here, there and everywhere, all the live long day. 

But these days, my feet are of the flats-only variety, and I'm great with it. Because I love my Mama job with all my dang heart, and sensibility wins out.

Still.

Once a year (maybe twice or three times, max, if I birth a child that needs baptizing, or someone gets married), I bust out the heels. And the hubby's office Christmas party is one of those occasions.

And I got some super duper pretty ones this year. Blue, velvet and strappy--though you can't see so well from this slightly dim pic, so just trust me.

The heels are my reason for attending, 'cause office parties ain't exactly my favorite jam.

And this year, I got a bonus in the form of a post-party Starbucks stop: two new cups! 

:)

And if you count the one the kiddos and I snagged last weekend (which, of coourse, I do!), we're up to nine of them. Woohoo! Just two more to go, I think.

Okie dokie. Over and out, peeps.

P.S. How bad is it that I thought today was Thursday?? Oye, oye, oye.