Homeward Bound

I love my family tremendously and see them several times a week. They only live about thirty minutes away. However, I don't ever go home. EVER! They always come to me. The last time I made the trek home was for Christmas. I only lasted three days before I went stir crazy. I was on the road so fast, I forgot my cell phone charger, my gloves, and some jewelery. My mom and dad brought them over the next day.

I've been trying to convince my family to move as long as I can remember. There's nothing to do in my hometown. There are a few mom and pop restaurants, a tanning salon, a non-chain video place, and one bar. When people say they're going to "the bar", they mean it. There is also one over-priced grocery store that doesn't carry any ethnic ingredients. You can't even get scallions there. If you ask, you'll be referred to the white onions. Seriously.

Because I don't ever go home people think that I am stuck up and that I think I'm too good for my hometown. No, wrong. I'm too anti-social/scarred from high school to go home. You see people you know everywhere you go. For an awkward turtle like me, that's enough to give me chest pains.

I went to "the bar" one time over Thanksgiving break a few years ago. It took a lot of convincing by the few people I still talk to from high school as well as about 15 outfit changes.

I never could have prepared myself for what was about to happen. When we walked into the bar, it was as if the music stopped. I've never had that many people look at me at the same time in my entire life. The look on their faces was a strange combination of shock, annoyance, and curiosity. I wanted to run out with my tail between my legs and drive as fast as I could back to my comfortable, non-judgmental apartment. My friends made me carry on, and something very strange happened. I had more drinks bought for me than I ever have before. People LOVED me. Well, people didn't love me. They loved the novelty. There's not a lot of novelty in a small town. Apparently when you don't see someone for a few years, they become pretty interesting.

That was my first and only appearance at "the bar". It was way too much anxiety for me. Still, Easter is approaching and I'm trying to man-up and prepare to be homeward bound, again. This is where you come in. I need help deciding what to wear to Easter mass. Keep in mind that I'm not too concerned with being church appropriate. When you go home twice a year, you want to look presentable. And by presentable I mean as smoking hott as an elementary school teacher can look. (I can dream, people!) I'm not sure if I care what these people I don't talk to anymore think. I am sure I want to look good.

First, I need to decide on the shoes. I have two contenders. Keep in mind that I wear flats, flip flops, or Born clogs every, single, boring day.

I would describe the first pair as professional and classy. I would wear these shoes to an interview or a work function.


I would describe the second pair as overtly sexy and just a tad in appropriate. These are the ones toward which I am leaning. Can you say, "Hott!"


Feel free to give me your uncensored opinions, even if they're negative. You should know, though, that regardless of what you say, I'll still do whatever I want. That's just how I roll.

Disclaimer: The apparent cankles featured above are in no way representative of my legs, only my poor photography skills. The same cannot be said for my pasty skin. Also both pairs of shoes are Nine West and were purchased at Ross Dress for Less. Let us not forget how (cheap) thrifty I am.