Oh my.
Some days it doesn't pay to chew through the straps.
Months ago I had a conversation with Faith about shoes. Faith has since moved to a new job as COO of a non-profit UFC works with, but she used to be UFC's ... exec. secretary?? I'm not sure what her title was, but she ran everything on the logistics side of the ministry. She's very smart, graduated from U of O at the top of her class, and was pres. of her sorority. Class act and fun.
We got to talking about shoes (women notice them, men don't) and their relative role in fashion. I told her we have a standard at our house - not firm enough to call a rule, but pretty close - that if you buy a new pair of shoes you have to throw one old pair out.
When I said that Faith gave me the craziest look. Something that combined horror, confusion, and ridicule.
This morning I was thinking about shoes (I've got a pair I should toss) and about when and where in history shoes went from being functional to fashionable. Who decided, eons ago, that shoes should do more than just protect the feet and should also "look good?"
The same thing with coats. How did coats transition from an outer layer to protect against the elements to a fashion statement with extraneous features sometimes worn without any connection to the weather?
Suit coats! Huh??!!
But you can do the same thing with items that aren't clothing. The first automobiles were purely functional devices to get a person from Point A to Point B. They were basically carriages minus the horse (get it?). But somewhere along the line somebody not named Henry decided they should include style as a design element.
It's inevitable that at some point form overtakes function. Women wear shoes that are painful and hard to walk in but are "cute." Huge chrome bumpers and ridiculous fins dressed up cars in the early '60s to no functional purpose except to add cost and hurt MPG.
We call ourselves rational beings but sometimes it's hard to justify that label.
We hit 92 today. (It's 90 now in our living room at 6 p.m.) I spent more time sanding this afternoon because I can do that inside Barnette where it was only in the high 80s. I then got the first coat of primer on the back half of the car.
I knew this would be a learning experience and mentally prepared myself for an outcome that won't be as good as if I were to do this a second time.
Today I learned NOT to use foam rollers from Harbor Freight. They'll fly off the frame and land on the dirt floor and (second roller) the foam will separate from the core plastic piece and land on the dirt floor. Thankfully I had a couple from Lowe's of much higher quality, and I'll be getting more tomorrow on my way home from work.
I also learned that I cannot hold a small paint tray (4") full of paint level in my left hand while I roll on paint with my right. Aaargh.
Spent several hours this morning working on content for my Brazil teaching. I realized my departure is less than two months away. I've got to step up the pace!
OK, it's officially too hot to sit with a Mac on my lap.
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