I lost the lock to one of my shoes.
It must've fallen off somewhere. I'm gutted about this. These shoes are so bright and noticeable that even straight middle aged men complimented them on the Metro. Also the locks made a cheerful jingling noise when I walked. Now there's just one, and the jingle is less robust. It's like the sound of one-hand clapping.
This is from the store window of fancy furniture store BoConcept. I think the placement of that motivational poster above the couch is terrible, though. Who wants to be confronted with artwork plastered with statements like "What the mind can conceive you can achieve" and "If you fail to plan then you plan to fail," when all you want to do at that moment is veg on the couch in your pajamas eating Bugles and watching Bravo.
I got the ol' Google Analytics working, finally, and it has been so fun to check the stats. The numbers are small but what I really enjoy is seeing the keywords that people type in Google to find this site. Ha! I just look at the string of queries -- example: "conversation starters" -- and then feel bad because people might've clicked on this site expecting useful information and I know they aren't going to find it.
I told my friend Andy about Google Analytics and he said, "What, are the keywords 'Goofy White Girl Who Likes Shoes?'"
That is a dead-on summation of this blog. I need to figure out to make that phrase drive people to this site.
So, with that in mind, here are my newest shoes. Cheap UO numbers that I think you could probably get for cheaper in an Asian grocery store. I wore them with my cartoon Harajuku Lovers purse, cut-off shorts and a graphic t-shirt - and promptly got carded. Figures.
And here are my favorite Google Analytics Keywords thus far:
"7 Eleven Tiffany"
"Craigslist Virginia Slims"
"Dumb and Dumber Remote Control Van"
"Gladiator Gosh"
"Smiley Straining Spoon"
"Some Pretty Shoes" [Editor's Note - That we have]
"The Song Bobby Justin"
And my absolute favorite:
"Laryngitis Voiceless Wife"
I'm breaking my own rule: never trust anyone over the age of 12 who wears her ponytail in a bow.
Stripes? Check. Bow? Check. Glasses? Check.
It's from Zara, and of course I had to get it. I went in looking for work clothes and this is what I bought instead. Practicality is over-rated. But I had to ask myself the question I always end up asking while shopping: "Is this too Avril Lavigne?"
