Putting On My Shoes

Today I was inspired to think about myself because yesterday I did not (and yesterday was not unlike most of my days). You see, the general state of "me" affairs is pretty abysmal--my bangs need trimming, my eye brows need plucking, and, sadly, my teeth need brushing. I look bad and I don't smell great either. Baby spit up and other childlike bodily fluids don't make for a great fragrance. Go figure.
And to make matters worse, I watched Coco Before Chanel with my own mama last night and was forced to stare at Audrey Tatou's truly stunningly beautiful face for over an hour.

There has been a lot of talk lately about nurturing ourselves. A few weeks ago, Heather posted about her "spa" day where she and her girlfriends got together to take care of themselves and one another. Soulemama wrote today about one hour each week that she takes for herself to dance. My mom just went off to Yoga class, and I am jumping on this bandwagon. My shoes aren't nearly as cute as Amanda's but they get the job done.