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Oh Kate. Thank you.

In 2008, a decade younger me, was in the middle of planning my wedding. I knew what I wanted when it came to shoes. I didn’t want anything white. White shoes, white dress. Too much white for me.

Besides, I have never been the kind of gal that perfectly matches her shoes to her outfit. No, for me, shoes have the job of speaking on their own. To stand out if you will. I saw these perfectly strappy Kate Spade heels. I knew I needed something like those.

I saved and saved. Twenty-three year old me filled a wedding piggy bank my mom had given me as a gift after our engagement. I put every piece of change I came across in there. I was diligent. I wanted, no, I needed  strappy Kate Spade shoes and I was going to get them.

Closing my eyes, I am back in the store the day I finally bought them. Calling my mom to tell her what I was finally doing. Smile plastered across my round eager face. Feeling as if I were floating just an inch off the ground as I fluttered around the shoe department. Giddiness overcoming me when the box was handed to me. They were mine, all mine.

Shoes, sometimes they do magical things for you. Kate’s carried me down the aisle toward the life I was about to build. Towards marriage filled with good and tough times. Towards the two sweet boys I grew in my body and are beginning to blossom into wonderful young men. Both of whom, are as obsessed with shoes as I am. Thank you Kate.

That was the start of my relationship with Kate. Kate Spade has given me the freedom to be who I am. To embrace my love of a bright and cheerful style. To mix and match patterns and wild colors. To have purses that are shaped like objects. Diaper bags, travel bags, makeup bags, wallets, phone cases, galore. You have adorned my body in so many ways. You have traveled the world with me. Thank you Kate.

This morning I woke up and felt like wearing my glittery gold culottes. Topped with a bright blue jewel-toned flowery top, tied at the waist. Those oh so important shoes? Yellow suede mules, with a slight heel. The freedom with which I give myself to dress with these bold styles comes from Kate. Kate planted the seeds in me. Thank you Kate.

When news of Kate Spade’s tragic suicide began to trickle across the web, I began to receive text messages from family members. This is how much I have grown to love her brand over the years. My family knew that this was not going to be a good day for me. We never met face to face. But her brand engrained itself in my day to day. Thank you Kate.

I have gifted Kate Spade items to women I love. I squeal over being able to share the joy these designs bring me. I soak up their joy when they open their gift and see that green box.

It is a sad day for me and the fashion world at large, and for the women I know who have also been inspired by this timeless brand.

Thank you Kate.


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I don’t have a solid reason to write a post. No new recipe. Last night was Barre class. I had stuff for the boys to whip up some healthy breakfast burritos. After class I made myself the left over saffron chicken. (excellent leftover dish btw. I heated it up in the pan, not a microwave though. I hate microwaved chicken. It tastes weird)

I don’t have a new workout dvd I love. I didn’t join a new class. I didn’t run a race. There was no big Jack or family milestone.

Wait. Yes there was. I have a new love in my life. A brand shiny new love.


My new PINK BROOKS RUNNING SHOES!!!!!!!! It is time for a new pair plus I am running the mud run. The old ones will be trashed as of Saturday morning. I decided to quick stop before class and see if Dick’s Sporting Goods had anything. Imagine my shock and surprise when my eyes meandered across these angels. I nearly fainted in the store. I think the store guy had been trying to get my attention a few times but I wasn’t really hearing anything. A glorious sound was humming in my ears, “ahhhhhhhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhh”

They are lightweight. That is my favorite kind. My last pair were lightweight. These gorgeous beatus were made for me. I am certain of it.

If you don’t know this about me you will now. I love colors. I love pink, purple, etc. I love shiny things. Things with glitter. I love polka dots and stripes. I love girly things, flowers in my hair, braids, and waves. I love ribbons.

Have you seen the show New Girl? I love Zooey. LOVE her. She has this one scene/quote in this last season. It describes me to a T.

I brake for birds. I rock a lot of polka dots. I have touched glitter in the last 24 hours. I spend my entire day talking to children. And I find it fundamentally strange that you’re not a dessert person. It freaks me out. I’m sorry that I don’t talk like Murphy Brown. And I hate your pants suit. I wish it had ribbons on it or something just to make it slightly cuter but that doesn’t mean I’m not smart and tough and strong.

So you can see why these shoes were made for me. They are my very essence. A more perfect pair of running shoes couldn’t have been made for me. So now you know that about me.

This morning I don’t think we have time for a run before Jack’s class. So I will have to be happy with the elliptical. Tomorrow we are class free but it is supposed to reach 101 degrees here! That is pretty hot. I have ran in that kind of weather before. I did a 5k in the very upper 90’s a few years ago. I just know that since I am a mom now I have a few things to consider.

I shouldn’t be pushing Jack in the stroller that long in that heat. The stroller slows down my time significantly. My child is pushing 30lbs, that stroller is about 25 or 30lbs. Plus any things he has with him, food, water, cars, wipes, diapers, my water, etc. That all adds up weight wise! It gets heavy to push. Plus with that heat those 3.3 miles could easily take into 40 minutes. And I am a MOM which means a small human being needs me. I have to remember that and not push myself to total extremes, so I still probably should not run when Jason gets home.

When we move I want to add a treadmill to our workout room. For winters and super hot summer days. I don’t care for treadmill running so when it is good weather I will still hit the pavement, but the option to stay inside would be nice.

I have a feeling I won’t get to run in my new sweeties until next week. Maybe Sunday morning? It says low 90s. So maybe if I get up super early it will still be in the 70s and I can manage.