Alright today wasn’t so great.
Wanna know why?
Remember my beautiful toms? The ones that I’ve wanted for
like 3 years but never wanted to spend that much money to buy? And then decided
to get them for my trip?
Well, they need surgery.
Doner. this picture does not allow you to see how huge this thing really is! note the cobblestone. |
You see, it all started on this freeeeezzing bipolar weather
day in Dortmund where it rained, hailed, and sun shined. I was getting done
with the city tour given by our lovely German professor, Carsten, and was
eating my second Doner {pronounce duuuunair. I pronounced it wrong and
apparently it sounded like a dirty word and everyone laughed. NBD} of my trip
and opened the door to the hostel and my overly large feet got in the way and
the dumb door got caught on my shoe and ripped the side, ripped through my sock
and sliced my toe. I think they have razor blades on the bottom of the doors.
So I went straight to the bathroom in the lobby to get some TP to wipe the
blood off and when I came out the receptionist wanted me to pay 50 cents cause
I used the bathroom. I said sorry, hun, your stupid door just ripped my cute
shoes. And then I didn’t pay. Ha!
i would have put the sock in too, but it had blood on it so i thought i'd save you from being grossed out. notice- the nail polish |
Grace is not a part of my name clearly…. As illustrated by
my next story as well.
Here in Europe they believe in making their streets in cute
designs with cobblestone. And while I enjoy how this looks, I’ve tripped
countless times on how uneven it is. Today was no different. Only this time I
hurt my knee. My right knee. The same leg that my poor toe is beat up from the
evil German door. So now I look like an injured gazelle with a hole in it’s
shoe because everyone walks so fast here and I have short legs. {gazelle’s wear
shoes, right?}
But do you all want to know what I’m most upset about?
Ripping my shoes!!!! Uh! I only had room to bring 2 pairs of shoes and after
buying my toms, they were my favorite pair I own! So now I’m going to attempt
to buy a patch and a sewing kit and work some magic on them. My toe and knee
will heal, but my poor shoe will require some serious TLC and maybe a Christmas
miracle too. L
we never figured out what the orange tomato thing was. it tasted like an un-ripe strawberry in a tomatillo skin thing |
And all of the not ideal things that happened today was made
right when I ate the most delicious thing my little taste buds have ever had
the pleasure of tasting- Chocolate Hazelnut ice cream! :D be jealous. But I’m
still upset about my toms.
So you know how I’m sort of a girly girl sometimes? And that
I have a thing for lace and pearls? Well, lace and pearls just happen to be in
right now in Europe. Which makes walking by ALL 300+ clothing stores hard to do
without drooling. Cause who can resist a darling lace pencil skirt, a
flattering lace shirt, or a lace shirt with pearls intertwined in it?
Me. Because I don’t have that many euros. The whole
resisting the pearl jewelry is easier because I already own a pair of real
pearl earrings. But I only brought my fake ones with me because I didn’t want
someone to mug me for them ‘cause they’re that pretty.
I’ve decided that because it’s not fair to myself to not buy
anything, that I’ll limit myself to 1-2 clothing items per country.
Note to all you shopping fiends- you might want to never
come to Europe. Cause you’ll never ever ever ever ever leave the shopping
areas. Which pretty much are every where.
I’ve never really been the type of girl to want expensive
clothes and who cares that much about nice clothes. Europe is ruining my
bargain-shopper self.
I bought a shirt in London and wore it today. Want to see
it? I’m kind of in love. Especially when I wore my pink sunglasses that match
the design on the fabric. Also they’re the perfect color. Also, my nails and
toenails match it. Not planned. :D
Notice the glasses and the fun bow! |
{sorry, I’m usually opposed to the whole putting pictures of yourself posing in front of a mirror type thing so i photographed it on the hanger.}
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