Impromptu Photo Shoot At The Gallery

There is a hair salon across the street from the gallery called District 96 and they came in tonight asking if they could use my space for some photos since they lost the sun. I said sure. Of course, I thought it would be wise to make a photo shoot out of their photo shoot. Sadly, my little cybershot did not take a crisp picture, but you get the idea. And yeah, it's totally fine to put blame on the equipment as opposed to the user of the equipment.

Toes Seeking Independence!

Who knows why a specific desire overcomes us? I don't. What I do know, however, is that for quite some time now I have wanted some new socks. Not the regular run of the mill white socks with the gray toes from Costco that my feet are so accostomed to. No, no, no, not by a long shot. For months now my toes have been begging to be separated. They are no longer content snuggling side by side, sardine style, like soldiers on a submarine. My toes, my precious little phalanges of the feet, crave independence. And so it goes, I could take it no longer. I walked into The Sock Drawer* and I bought me some toe socks.





And we couldn't be happier. Me and my toes, that is. Or, my toes and I, for you Grammar Nazi's. Seriously, who wouldn't be happy in black and orange toe socks with skulls on them?




* At the time of posting this blog The Sock Drawer site was down, so the above link takes you to their Facebook Fan Page. To get to their official site, try www.sockdrawer.com.