Happy Shoes

I meant to post yesterday, but my head swelled up and my ears were hurting and I had trouble focusing. Drugs helped, although Andy would not sell me any of his Drixoral stash. Today is much better. I did get out and about yesterday to quilt with the ladies at church. We have a young couple in our church getting married soon, so the ladies are making a wedding-ring quilt. I don't sew much, but I can cut and pin and make lunch, etc. Usually, I just harass all the other ladies who are serious quilters. I'm not a serious anything. Seriously.

Toby ordered my Christmas present. Kind of look like hippie shoes - don't they? Just call me the granola grandma. I have had a pair of these for a while, and they have holes in them and the back is worn off. The insides are worn through, but I love them. I bought my first pair in Taos years ago. I called them my "happy shoes." They are quite comfy. When I saw the price of the new shoes, I was aghast. Toby said he thought they were expensive too, but since I had had the first pair for so long, he knew they would last for a long time.. After doing a bit of figuring, I realized that I had had my first pair of happy shoes for about 20 years. But then, I only wear them in the winter. Toby said, "Okay, so you've only had them ten years. It is time for a new pair."

We are having a little Christmas party/talent show on Saturday. Jesse wants us to do this scene from "The Three Amigos."