Tuesday, September 15, 2009


It's amazing how shoes seem to tie into one's identity, or I should say, tie into how other people identify you.

See, we're going to be producing a new webshow and in that show, my character will be wearing heels the whole time. So, with this realization in hand (coupled with the gifting of a wardrobe of high heels from my friend Kendra) I've decided the smart thing to do would be to start wearing heels often enough to re-acquaint myself with them and be able to run, jump and maybe not look like a beginner when walking in them.

I am no stranger to heels, trust me. I grew up taking dance lessons, I've done theatre forever and I used to just really like wearing heels.

Then, I started getting jobs that it just would have been stupid to wear heels. Jobs that required you to be on your feet all day and in the most comfortable shoes you could find. And I became a fan of flat shoes (well, I still am for the most part). For years I have very, very rarely wore heels to work - even though I have a desk job, I never know when I'm going to be running all day. Or walking a long distance to deliver something. Plus, I like flats - they're fun and cute and go with almost everything!

I digress. I figured I should start wearing heels to work (with a pair of flats stashed in my work bag as a backup). It's been a fun experiment to see how people react to this change.

Some people are very excited and find it fun. Others seem to think I'm somehow changing as a person and treat my wearing of heels as very suspicious. And yet others find it a good way to give me a backhanded compliment about my appearance. While I admittedly do not stress about what I look like most days, I'm not sure the days I dress up a bit more are a case for being weird about it.

I'm still getting used to wearing heels again and my feet are definitely paying the price right now for my experiment, but it's all worth it. When the new show starts filming, I will not be the sad girl who can't handle heels for more than a couple of hours. I just won't.

Thursday, September 10, 2009


Sometimes, I get so overwhelmed with not knowing how to start blogging again, that I don't blog.

Sad, really, since it's my blog and I can write whatever the heck I want to write.

It's just a nice excuse to continue to ignore this space.

The Boyfriend and I have been in the middle of so many projects that my head spins. We just wrapped the latest episode of our internet sitcom. We're in the middle of starting a new show. We helped a friend move and in return, given her bed/nightstands as she had no room for them.

This prompted another new project (one we've been talking about for awhile now) of completely and totally purging our apartment. Oh yeah, we've been going through EVERYTHING. Throwing away, organizing, donating, filing, figuring out how to reorganize furniture so we have more room, everything! And it's not over. This weekend we have to go through the small storage space we have downstairs in the carport.

On top of that, since we've just finished filming, we're also cleaning our apartment from top to bottom. Like scrubbing the floors on hands and knees with baking soda cleaning. (The bathroom floor looks fabulous, by the way. This weekend I hope to do the kitchen floor)

So yeah, tons of stuff going on, but no pull to write about it here. Which sucks, but I don't know that people really need to read all about the crap we are finally throwing away. Or the stuff finally being sent to charity.

Or the fact that the very awesome bed our friend gave us will not fit in our tiny bedroom. But we don't want to get rid of it, so we have to figure out where the heck to store it without paying a crapload of money to do so.

Fun, exciting stuff!