Peeping Toes ...

Over at Couch Potato to Iron Man, Duane was bemoaning the amount of stuff some members of his family were packing to take on vacation.

I’m what I like to think of as a “planner/packer”. Even before the airlines gave us limits, I transferred shampoo and conditioner into small bottles to conserve space. I try to take what I’ll need in the smallest possible container. If at all possible, I go with only a carry on bag (and a big purse). I try to remember that if there’s something I suddenly need, I can probably buy it there. So, to that end, today I went umbrella shopping. Umbrella shopping, you say? To go to the desert? Well, you can use them for shade, too. And if I’m not prepared in advance, the deluge will likely be Biblical in proportions. Plus, Comm’s and his training partner contended with a thunderstorm on Friday …

I met Ann for a schwarma at Tasha’s, so we were good and ready for the blitz. I tend to shop with close to military precision. I know what I’m looking for, and I try to focus. So … if it hadn’t been for the fact that I openly admitted to Rebecca at The Space Between My Peers the other day that I have been searching for red patent shoes for about a year, it might have surprised me that I got just a teensy bit sidetracked from the whole umbrella thing. They won’t take up much suitcase space, have a little one inch wedge heel, and are suitable for wearing out for dinner.

Oh … and I got an umbrella. It folds down to 5” x 2” x .5”, and has an ultra light aluminum frame. And polka dots …

I should let Ann tell you what she got! (Those who know her will probably guess.)