Cat in Heels

I’ve really sucked at this blogging this this year.  Sometimes I feel like I kind of just half-assed it through part of the year. Or like I’m running after my life, which is speeding ahead of me, my fingers just brushing it as I reach forward at a full sprint. Maybe this is just adulthood. Motherhood. Career. Frosting Face - or "How my kids became the Joker" Celebrity deaths and politics aside (which so much has been written by others, I have nothing to add) 2016 was not a bad year. I got a promotion. My children and family are happy and generally healthy. My younger sister is engaged. I finally got some medical stuff figured out and started to lose some of the baby weight (plus some put on by a sluggish postpartum thyroid) and got rid of the brain fog that came with it. Yet with all these things, time seems to go so quickly and the days fill up so fast. Lunch hours are dedicated to the gym or work meetings (because who doesn’t love a working lunch). Evenings...

Today I read that what you do on New Years is indicative of how you will spend the rest of the year. For most of the people I know that means they'll spend the whole year drunk, or spend it at home. Or both. Totally predictable but you can't go wrong Regardless of whether you're  going to a house party or a night out on the town, New Years gives way to outfits that people plan for all year and the perfect shoes are really important. Not ending up looking like an ass in your perfect shoes is even more important. Glitter sparkles and rhinestones are always the perfect thing to ring in the New Year. They're also perfectly obvious. Another suggestion I got via Twitter was that as long as you're wearing your highest heels, nothing else matters. I'm not even sure what my highest heels are. I guess I could measure all my heels and figure it out, but then I'd have to plan outfits around the heels, and transportation. Depending on what you're doing in...