First, I have to draw attention to the awesome new blog header made by Maria, via Sweet Blog Design. I'm sure a lot of you view these entries via an RSS feed, but you should totally click over to see the banner. Because it is pretty and I said so.
Next, I want to wish all my fellow Irish peeps (even those of you who are only Irish one day a year) a happy St. Patrick's Day!
That is indeed the Chicago river, and no it isn't always quite that green. They dye the river green the Saturday before St. Patrick's Day (which I call Fake Patrick's Day) because this city is insane with the Irish Pride. Also, they really, really, really like green beer. Possibly the later has more to do with it than the former.
This, however, did not have anything to do with any green beer consumption I may or may not have taken part in:
I have to wear it all day when I'm sitting AND overnight, alternating left foot one day, right foot the next. It is just as awesome as you think it is. But after six months of this my doctor has started to bring up surgery and cutting tendons and OH that does not sound like a good idea. So the leg brace thing it is.
Thanks to the above, I am also on an epic quest to find shoes that a) can pass for business casual, b) are flats/very, very low heals, c) are not boots/do not come up over the top of my ankle, d) have some sort of removable foot bed to fit my prescription orthotics, and e) do not look like grandma shoes. This is a shockingly difficult thing to manage, and there may have been a tear and Xanax filled hour of on-line shoe shopping on Sunday night when I couldn't sleep. The shoe-shopping gene that women are (stereotypically) born with clearly skipped me, and I am finding this process to be pure torture. If anyone wants to do my shopping for me, I wear a size eight and a half.
Lastly, while the snow has been gone from Chicago for a week or two, I keep forgetting to post this picture of my back yard. In the Midwest the snow melts sideways.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, all.
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.
May your heart be as light as a song.
May each day bring you bright happy hours,
That stay with you all year long.
