Pointy-Toed Shoes

Today I bought my first-ever pair of pointy-toed shoes. They’re super pointy.

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I have wide feet. It’s a character flaw; some may say my one and only. If you also suffer from this condition, you already know that pointy toes and wide feet do not get along. But today was the last day I could use my 25% off coupon, and they were on sale, and they have this wacky print that I would never ever have considered before in my life, and they fit my big ole stompers.

And if there’s anything anyone can learn from the senseless murders of dozens of people who were killed early this morning in Orlando for simply having a good time being who they are, let it be this: there’s never enough time to be yourself.

It doesn’t matter who you are, as long as you’re not too much of an asshole. Someone will care about you just the way you are, even if it’s only because they don’t know any better, and you’re a real jerk sometimes. Or maybe you’re actually really amazing and not enough people have noticed yet; don’t worry, we will.

Shave your eyebrows, and hack your body, and by all that’s holy, buy a pair of pointy-toed shoes one time in your life. Be proud of these things. Be proud of yourself.

Be who you are, and be loved for it.


April, Born in May

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

When I saw this I realized that I don’t know why my parents named me April. There aren’t any Aprils in my family. 

Maybe they just liked the sound of it. 

Is it odd that I still don’t know the answer to this, and my mother lives with us? Normally, I’d agree, but she’s having surgery tomorrow, and we haven’t seen much of her today due to prep of the, ahem, cleansing variety. 

I should ask her tomorrow afternoon; a morphine-hazed answer would be vastly entertaining. She’s great fun on drugs. It’s like talking to someone while they’re sleeping, only better, because the hits just keep on coming. Once she was exceedingly proud of herself because she got to wear the T-shirt at a Goodyear parade. 

I wonder what she would say. 

But I have thought about changing my name. I believe if I had the opportunity, I would go with my middle name, Inez. I know the origin of that one: my paternal grandmother. Even though I kept my maiden name as my middle–ooh, that is a whole ‘nother controversial post, isn’t it–it feels like a betrayal to have dropped it.

April doesn’t belong to anyone; it isn’t a legacy with which I was entrusted. 

Sometimes it feels like a placeholder. 

Others, it feels likes condensation of, well, me. So much of one’s identity is tied up in one’s name, isn’t it?


Writing Prettily

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively?

Yes–all of those!

When I first read the prompt, I thought makeup, because, well, look at my Instagram feed

But now that I’m typing, well, of course writing. There are just so many words to use!

While I have oh-so-many eyeliners and shadows, mascaras and lippies, glitter and highlights, I’ve written thousands and thousands of words. I mean, yes, I put makeup on before I wrote this post, but I’m writing this post.

And since I’m pretty slack with the captions on Instagram, you’ll get a much greater feel for who I am here than there.


Reflections on the Radish

I love the synchronicity the world lays before me as an offering most days. Maybe I look harder for it than most; maybe it’s kismet. Last week it was quiche, quiche everywhere. Facebook, fellow bloggers, one of the books I was reading. 

Today it’s self-reflection.

One of the first things I read this morning was Lori’s post about her kids’ Instagrams and the proliferation of their selfies; she makes her point about how selfies “show the world how you want to be seen,” while she prefers to learn “how you see the world.” Keep encouraging them to turn the camera around, Lori. One day they’ll realize you know what you’re talking about. One day.

But I was amused, because Lori knows that my Instagram is all about the art of the selfie; sometimes there’s Ian and our cats, but rarely anything else, especially the world. That, however, is the whole point, and I said as much. I express how I see myself with a mirror, but I express how I see the world with words.

Here is where I show you how I see this world, and others. 

I love photographs, don’t get me wrong. I keep far too many on my phone. But the problem with photos is their stillness. Even when capturing motion perfectly, they’ve only captured a frozen bit of time. They can be beautiful truth and honest beauty, but only the briefest moment of either.

The cascade of words they trigger can be so deep and affecting, though. The trope of boring vacation albums isn’t the same without the lengthy, ear-bleeding stories right alongside.

Here is where I make your ears bleed. 

Well, metaphorically.

Then there’s the Daily Prompt:

Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself?

My, oh my. It is a bit telling, isn’t it? 

I mean, since I so cleverly named my blog after myself and all. Mirror indeed.

It’s like reading an accurate horoscope. Simple and straightforward, likes to keep things around even past their prime and/or relevance, slightly above and beyond the normal look-at-my-blog-and-love-me narcissism. 

But then, it’s also like reading any run-of-the-mill horoscope, isn’t it? I see what I want to see of myself here. Someone else could see different aspects of my personality, or none at all. 

Although, as a part-time diarist, I’d hope there to be at least something of me here.

A tidbit?


30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 18

Day 18: Post thirty facts about yourself.

  1. I have been working too much and am suffering from fiction withdrawals.
  2. My favorite thing to listen to is silence.
  3. I have twelve current piercings and zero tattoos.
  4. My favorite movie is Mad Max: Fury Road.
  5. I like Golden Oreos better than regular Oreos.
  6. I have about 300 bottles of nail polish, which is pretty puny compared to the originator of this challenge.
  7. I have sewn absolutely nothing for myself this year.
  8. I did not vote in the 2008 US Presidential election.
  9. I am a certified fingerprinter.
  10. My favorite salt is Brittany.
  11. I dropped out of college after one month of intermittent attendance.
  12. I prefer to drive a standard to an automatic.
  13. I really love asparagus.
  14. I do not have a passport.
  15. I am terrible at keeping in touch.
  16. I prefer showers to baths.
  17. I adore preparing extravagant meals.
  18. I do not clean as I go.
  19. This blog is the best thing I have ever made.
  20. I love playing board games.
  21. I love hiking.
  22. I get very grumpy when my hair feels dirty.
  23. I love making lists.
  24. I love making memes.
  25. I have no idea what my favorite book is.
  26. Today my favorite color is orange.
  27. I would rather be cold than hot because I have a heat allergy.
  28. My mother sent me to Girl Scout Camp once, and it was horrible because I’m so shy.
  29. I prefer to sleep on my left side.
  30. I can wiggle my ears.