In my closet, I have the most fabulous pair of dark blue velvet shoes. But I cannot wear them. They are too dressy and too flamboyant for the office and the heels are so high, they do not function well for chasing after preschoolers.
Every morning they mock me from their corner shelf.
Why did I put down money for such an impractical item? Because the color blue lights up the pleasure centers of my brain sort of how I imagine crack cocaine does for some people. But not just any blue… the deep, ancient stained glass, luminous kind of blue.
Soon, my pretties. Soon.