Oh. My. Shoes.

If you've been following this blog very long, you know that I don't often gush about materialistic things. Frankly, there aren't that many things that knock my socks off.

Until I met these shoes.

Oh, my. Lately I've had this urge to purge, so I've been cleaning out drawers and closets, etc. I decided that at my age, I no longer had to suffer the aches and pains of too-tall heels, so from now on, all my shoes were going to be sensible heels of 2.5 inches or less. So I tossed out several pairs, then went looking for sensible shoes to fill some of the gaping vacancies.

On zulily.com, one of my favorite flash discount shopping sites, I saw a pair of shoes that looked great. Ordered them, and found them when I got home yesterday.

Wow. Even the box took my breath away. It wasn't a typical shoe box, with a lid that lifts off. Oh, no, it was styled more like a drawer covered in delicate floral paper, complete with cord handles. The "drawer" slid out, and inside the delicate tissue paper I found the most glorious shoes. So lovely, so unique, and so comfortable. Even the bottom of the shoe was patterned with a lovely floral design in COLOR.

I looked at the label: Poetic Licence, London (notice the British spelling). And then I went online in a search for more of these shoes. You'll find them all over the place, in everything from flats to too-tall heels (for this woman, anyway), but all of them are bright, unique, colorful, and dazzling. I am in love. Don't pay retail--you can find sites that discount them dramatically. :-)

So here I am, gushing over shoes. (I ordered three more pairs). And for these shoes, I might even venture to wear a three-inch heel. (But not those you see in the purple picture!) :-)

~~Angie

By Angela on Monday, October 31, 2011 @ 10:23 AM

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Mocha with Linda Says: 10:57 AM

Wow - I can never order shoes online with any confidence that they will fit. But those are intriguing. Love how you described the box.

And LOL the green picture. If those had been read, that picture made me think of the Wizard of Oz and the feet sticking out from the house! :-)

Anonymous Says: 1:24 PM

Sounds like that box would be a good to fill for Operation Christmas Child! Tis the season for shoebox gifts!

Leslie Says: 3:15 PM

I love those ones in the purple frame! Too high of a heel for me though.

Kay Day Says: 7:36 PM

I love these! My feet are terribly hard to fit, though.

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Travel back in time via historical Penny Postcards

What our beach looked like years ago. Today, those trees have been replaced by condos!

Go to this site and click on your state, then your county. Then scroll down to your city, or just admire all the views of how your county looked in years gone by. Amazing and beautiful!

A tip of the hat to Tanzel Rousey for leading me to this site. :-)

~~Angie

By Angela on Sunday, October 30, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Tea Says: 8:08 AM

Oh, this is great. Thanx.

k_stin Says: 12:13 PM

Really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing!

Ruthie Says: 12:36 AM

I looked at the post cards for Black Mountain. What a difference from when I grew up there! You should take a look at them (Buncombe County in NC) and compare them with what you saw when you were there a couple of weeks ago. Bet the change is even more dramatic than my comparisons.

Anonymous Says: 4:44 PM

Loved all the old Santa Barbara ones. We moved there in 1950 from New York, and that's how it looked to us then. I found a box of old postcards that date back at least 50 years when I was moving. One of these days I must go through them! Clyde

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HOPE. INSPIRE. DREAM.

The other day I was getting dressed in a hotel and a glimmer caught my eye. I looked in the mirror and saw the necklace that I wear almost all the time. It's silver, so it hasn't tarnished, and from its simple silver chain hang three silver tear-shaped pendants. These tiny pendants are engraved (in writing so small only I can see it) with one simple word each: Hope. Inspire. Dream.

Hope--even in the midst of heartbreak, we can place our certain hope in the Lord. As bleak as the world may seem, though the future may appear daunting or formidable, we have the precious assurance that our hopes will be realized and our sorrow will last for a season, not for eternity. Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when the desire comes, it is a tree of life. Hope. A beautiful word.

Inspire. God-breathed. We are inspired and we can inspire others. We breathe the breath of God into our bodies, hearts, and minds, and then we breathe it out into the bodies, hearts, and minds of others. Inspire. A humbling word.

And finally, dream. I've always been wary of dreaming for things that may not be part of God's ordained plan for this life, but some dreams are clearly God-inspired. And then there are the dreams that are not synonymous with "goal," but the visions we see on our closed eyelids as we sleep. I dream in color and vivid detail, and usually wake with a story on my lips, ready to entertain or bewilder my patient husband.
Sometimes, I think, we achieve not because we dream not. Dream. A challenging word.

Hope. Inspire. Dream. I am happy to wear those words around my neck every day. I ordered this necklace from a catalog years ago, and I don't think I've ever seen it since.

But I'm glad I found it when I did.

~~Angie

By Angela on Saturday, October 29, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Mocha with Linda Says: 11:05 AM

Love this.

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This is precious--toddler thinks magazine is an iPad. :-)

This reminds me of that funny scene in Star Trek IV where Scotty goes up to a desktop computer (in our time) and talks to it, expecting it to respond . . .

Ah, babies and technology. Even my five-month old granddaughter seemed to know what to do with my iPhone the other day . . .

~~Angie

By Angela on Friday, October 28, 2011 @ 2:38 PM

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Kathy C. Says: 3:46 PM

I remember that from ST 4. My favorite line is, "Everyone remember where we parked" or something like that.

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The Yeti has gone Mainstream

According to a recent article in the Wall Street Journal, Bigfoot is now being taken seriously, more or less, in Siberia, where he is known as the Yeti. They are having a conference, and it's being by attended by an American woman who says she's regularly feeding a family of Bigfeet. Er, Bigfoots. Whatever.

The often-spotted, never-verified creature even has a biological classification: Homonid, the study of the science of Hominology.

And I'd feature a photo, but, well, there aren't any of the actual creature. :-) And I can see broken branches and twisted tree limbs in almost any part of the country.

Have you ever encountered any strange creatures in the woods? Do tell!

~~Angie

By Angela on Thursday, October 27, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Linda G Says: 2:26 PM

I saw the Yeti last week, at Walt Disney World. Guess that doesn't really count.

Russ Says: 10:08 AM

not in the woods but I saw several strange creatures during the last presidential debate :>)

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Chinese Toddler Hit Twice and Ignored

Yue Yue, the little girl who died.

You've probably heard about the Chinese toddler who was hit TWICE by passing trucks and then ignored by several passers-by as she lay broken in the street. I've just watched the video, and it's heart-breaking.

I'll admit that pictures of Asian babies do something to me because MY children were Asian babies. I can't see that little two-year old Chinese girl without thinking of my own daughter. But the resulting display of heartlessness has left China questioning its social values, which it certainly should.

In this country, how many people are inflamed or incensed by stories of abused dogs and cats, yet they say nothing when a child is ignored on the street? Have we become so inured to the sight of human suffering that we block it out? Or are we just as guilty as the Chinese, who, like us, are so caught up in the demands of daily life that we don't see the shut-ins, the lonely neighbors, the frightened teenagers, the sullen children who are in need of help?

I've been convicted by the story of this little girl. Would I have stopped on that day, or would I have assumed that someone else was already running to help? Would I have worried about lawsuits and liability, or would I think of Jesus' story of the good Samaritan?

Lord, open our eyes today to the hurting people around us. Jar us awake, if need be, and help us to see this world through your eyes.

~~Angie

By Angela on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 @ 7:00 AM

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Kathy C. Says: 7:52 AM

That is too sad. Also the Ethiopian girl here in the U.S. who was beat, starved and left outside for hours and died last May : (

Anonymous Says: 10:38 AM

Lord, please open our eyes to see the need around us. How many times do we just walk by with blinders on, looking neither right nor left? Help us to be your instruments of comfort. In Jesus' name we pray. Clyde

Mocha with Linda Says: 11:05 AM

This just broke my heart. Can't get it out of my mind.

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Did you catch the birth announcement?

Yesterday, experts tell us, the world's seven billionth baby was born. Happy birthday, little one. Welcome to a world that has never been this crowded with problems or potential.

I loved the perspective on our planet's growing population in the Wall Street Journal. The author of an op ed piece, William McGurn, states that human beings are "minds, not mouths" and my mind immediately went to the abortion vs. life debate. How many times do we see unborn babies as potential problems when they are more likely to be potential blessings? Adoptive parents wait with open arms for these "problem" unborns, and even when the child remains with his or her biological family, parents often find that these children bring their own special gifts to the family.

Methinks this seven billion population total is God's way of pouring out his love on more people than ever before . . . offering yet another opportunity to fill our eternal and infinite home with infinite possibilities.

Happy birthday, baby. May you find your Creator and rejoice in your heritage.

~~Angie

By Angela on Tuesday, October 25, 2011 @ 12:31 PM

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Doni Brinkman Says: 1:11 PM

Sheeesh Angie - making me cry this morning. Love that thought and totally agree. Every child is a gift of pure love from the Master Creator.

Ane Mulligan Says: 10:05 AM

Oh, Angie, I LOVE this photo of you and your little granddaughter. She's so precious and I can tell she's the light of your life. :o) Isn't grandma hood wonderful?

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Blue Ridge Glory

I'm up here near Asheville, North Carolina, and the fall colors are gorgeous. I really miss them, living in Florida, and this trip was a blessing. Just look at this photo, snapped on my walk from the dining room to the lodge where we're all staying. Brilliant golds, vibrant reds, still-gorgeous greens . . . it's lovely.

What is fall like where you are?

~~Angie

By Angela on Monday, October 17, 2011 @ 9:56 PM

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Ruthie Says: 2:51 AM

You are in my neck of the woods (quite literally!) and are reminding me of the reason why I loved the fall so much while growing up.

Here in the big city I think the environment affects the lovely fall colors, dulling them to boredom. And this year, after such brutal heat and drought, the tree outside my bedroom window turned yellow early; the last windy day brought down the final dried leaves. Now my tree is bare. So much for fall here!

Mocha with Linda Says: 8:42 AM

So gorgeous! I have been enjoying Deb Raney's pics from there. I've always wanted to see a "real" fall!

Over here in central Texas, we've still been in the upper 80's, which has felt wonderful after our record-breaking heat! We actually are cooling off today and it might only reach the mid-70s. Woohoo!

Pamela J Says: 3:08 PM

When our second son lived in Ft. Bragg, we went through Asheville every year. One year we went during color change. We didn't take pictures but yours is very pretty.

Here in Southern Colorado, we have had freezes since the middle of September but for some reason the leaves on most of our trees are not brown and blown off. We had a snow storm recently, 4-6 inches of real wet snow, and the green leaves clung to so much snow, many limbs all over town broke out of trees from their weight. We lost six limbs in just our yard! The leaves are still green and hanging on.

Kay Day Says: 6:18 PM

We only got an inch of snow up here in Denver. And apart from a few cool days it's been unseasonably warm--in the 80's. But finally, this week it's turned cool.
The leaves are vibrant, with a few piles of crunchy ones lying around. The sky is brilliant. It's bright, crisp, cool and perfect!

P.S. If you go into Onyx Orchard Cheese Shop tell the owner hi from me. That might freak him out a little. :)

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The Map or "Waxing Thoughtful at the Airport"

My mirrors at home are kind,

But photos do not lie. And in them I see

A face unknown to me, though I have lived its contours and ridges,

I have stamped its surface with a roadmap of passions and wounds.

Recently someone said that I have much in common with Annette Benning—

The same hair, same coloring, the same age. The same apparent aversion to

Map-erasing surgeries and nerve numbing agents.

I cannot speak for Annette, but in photos I see fine marks sketched by myriad smiles,

Grooves carved by innumerable words and dining occasions. I fancy I can trace

The salty tracks of watery gallons, a rivulet-smoothed plane running from north to south.

Other marks are deep crevasses carved by grief: of desire denied, fissures of frustration, clear tracks of unyielding sorrow.

But a loving hand has smoothed those cracks, filled them in not with man-made substitutes, but with peace and understanding.

Yet a trace remains. A print intended to remind me, I think, of the pain and the Panacea.

So I look at human portraits and reflect upon the creator’s loving hand. A road for each of us, a path preplanned.

I will not envy when I study fresh-faced youths who have barely begun to live. And for those who would deny their existence with stitched and stretched skin and false fills, I feel a measure of pity.

For a face is a road map, a wordless book that speaks every language.

A mirror of a soul.

~~Angie

By Angela on Sunday, October 16, 2011 @ 8:48 AM

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BJ Hoff Says: 9:57 AM

Beautiful.

Bonnie Lacy Says: 11:30 AM

Wise and comforting. Thanks, Angie.

Anonymous Says: 3:31 PM

Ditto BJ and Bonnie. Wise, comforting, beautiful--and truthful. As are you. thank you, dear Angie. You are a gift.

Blessings,
Mary Kay

Barbara Parentini Says: 11:53 PM

Beautiful, poetry. Thanks, Angie.

Penny Says: 7:51 AM

Absolutely beautiful.

Anonymous Says: 9:14 AM

Angie, you have touched my heart so many times in so many ways and through so many of your perfectly expressed words. But this post today has brought a rather different set of those salty tracks to my map. Will any of us ever view our faces again without praising God for every well-earned nook and cranny we see thereon? You are a treasure, Angie, for your honesty and your amazing ability to reveal what we don't even know we are thinking. May God continue to bless you and your beautiful family. Much love and appreciation, always. Clyde

Ane Mulligan Says: 9:33 AM

How beautiful that is, Angie, and it expresses my feelings as well. For me, the marks of age remind me to smile lots, laugh lots, and spread cheer as much as I can.

I figure that way, no one will notice my wrinkles when their eyes are crinkled in laughter. ;)

Tamera Alexander Says: 1:46 PM

Lovely. Just like you.

Angela Says: 9:40 PM

Thank you, dear friends, for your kind comments. Life really is a matter of perspective, isn't it?

Angie

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A season in baseball . . .

This year I became a baseball fan. And one of my deepest regrets is that I didn't become a fan while my daddy was living. I think we would have enjoyed talking about our teams.

The boys in blue.

As a writer, I know the key to making any sports story come alive is to focus on a PERSON. And that's why I became a baseball fan. Because my youth pastor hubby knows a young man who has been moving around in the majors, and this year he happened to get picked up by our home team.

So suddenly we KNEW somebody on the team, and what's more, we like him. (And I'm not going to give you his name because . . . well, because it feels wrong.) So we began to devoutly follow the Rays, and I think I watched more baseball games than even my husband did. I watched during the day, I watched at night. I even got an iPad program that allowed me to "watch" when I was traveling.

Loved this kid's enthusiasm.

And I asked my hubby so many questions I think I drove him crazy: Why doesn't it count as a hit if the batter hits the ball? Why do Little League teams and soccer teams shake their opponents' hands after a game and professional teams don't? How can a runner get to first base if he never even hits the ball, but just sends it rolling around? And why is it fair for a pitcher to intentionally walk a hitter? Shouldn't he get a chance to hit the darn thing?

The Trop was rockin'.

And through it all I learned a lot more about baseball than I ever thought I'd know. And all of it, of course, is grist for the writer's mill, though the idea of writing a baseball book seems pretty far out for me.

This guy--in a manta ray suit--yelled, "Put me on Facebook; I don't care!" To which I replied, "Obviously."

Anyway, if you didn't see the game that put us in the playoffs--Rays versus Yankees, who dominated 7-0 throughout the first seven innings--you missed a miracle. We got into the playoffs and had high hopes--after all, miracles can happen more than once--but our dreams came to an end yesterday. But hubby and I were in the stadium, sitting right beneath the huge video screen, and saw it all come down to a final inning, a final out.

And as I watched the Rays players manfully consoling each other in the dugout, I realized that these demigods of the athletic world will now feel like chess pieces being moved around. Managers trade players; they move people; they shift players for reasons that have to do more with skill and salary than with team loyalty. So some of the young men who formed this Rays team may never play together again--at least not wearing the same team jersey.

So this ending is bittersweet. I assume the Rays will field a team next year, and so will the other MLB franchises, but I've come to know and appreciate each face under those caps and helmets. So thanks, guys, for a great year and a terrific learning experience. Hope to see you again in the Spring.

~~Angie

By Angela on Wednesday, October 05, 2011 @ 7:27 PM

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Jeannie VzB Says: 2:34 AM

A native KCMO girl, I am a lifelong Royals fan. Having said that, I'm glad to hear you've become a baseball fan! Maybe there's hope for my husband and sons, yet!

sports good Says: 2:19 AM

I realized that these demigods of the athletic world will now feel like chess pieces being moved around. Managers trade players; they move people; they shift players for reasons that have to do more with skill and salary than with team loyalty.

Cindy Thomson Says: 9:31 AM

Welcome to the world of baseball fans, Angie! So happy to have you here! I wrote a baseball biography (with my cousin) on a hall of famer we are related to. It was a labor of love about overcoming a handicap to rise to the top. http://www.threefinger.com

And never forget what good baseball fans know: there's always next year!
Cindy Thomson

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Lake Michigan--beautiful!

I spent last week teaching at the Maranatha Christian Writers' Conference in Muskegon, Mi. The facility was located practically on the shores of Lake Michigan, so every morning I walked down to the lake and then wended my way back through the woods.

See the beautiful doe I met? She was closer than it would appear.

It's so beautiful. I wish I'd brought my "good" camera, but made do with my iPhone camera. Just look at some of these sights.

Maranatha is a lovely conference, with great people and a lovely location. Not to mention the fall-ish weather. Loved every minute of it.

~~Angie

By Angela on Monday, October 03, 2011 @ 12:28 PM

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Gail Gaymer Martin Says: 12:33 PM

I live in Michigan and had been asked to teach there once. Guess I should reconsider. : )

heatherharshman Says: 1:21 PM

Beautiful picture of the stairway. Bridges and stairs are two of my favorite structures to photograph.

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: Name: Angela; Location: Florida, United States

In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, teacher, nana, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."

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