Shoes made for walkin'

Still getting compliments on my Clark's sandals--the Ina in bronze.  I could shop 'til I drop in them.  These are from a discount place, but be careful!  One of the styles that looks like mine has a flaw inside that rubs on your foot.  So why do I care in November?  It's California!  And this California is hot today!

Okay, I have winter Clark's too, and they're just as great.  A sort of boot look until you really look close.  Good hunting.

A new way to raise $ against cancer?

Suppose, instead of making me buy something first, a major retailer or wholesaler just went ahead and donated money to cancer research?  You know, no strings attached!  Think how impressed I would be!  How eager I would be to be their customer!  

What do you think?

BREAST CANCER PREVENTION every month. . .

  I'm still fighting the fight to insist we NEVER give money and we never run or walk for any group that:

1. Will not divulge how much money actually goes to research (prizes are not research.)

2. Won't promise to refuse money to any company that uses harmful ingredients in their products.

Please see Google Breast Cancer Action and their Think Before You Pink web page.  This group is not financed by manufacturers.

OCTOBER AND BREAST CANCER PREVENTION

This is my October 1 blog for breast cancer education and prevention.  I'm still fighting the fight to insist we NEVER give money or running or walking to any group that:
1.  Will not divulge how much money actually goes to research (prizes are not research.)
2.  Cannot guarantee that no money from their event will ever go to a company that uses harmful ingredients in their products.

Today I did my part by asking some questions about the Army of Women and by contacting my US Representative to ask him to co-sponsor the Harmful Substances Bill.

What are you willing to do to prevent breast cancer in your area?

LOCAL CITY SERVICES VERSUS ME

As usual, the city looked into its crystal ball, noticed that I need to visit St. Joseph's for my annual test, and immediately scheduled street top dressing in front of my place.  And of course, on the whole street between here and the main road to the hospital.  A phone call about parking places for residents led to the run-around.

I found a place to park for today.   Waited for trucks.  Many trucks, no skim coat.  Finally found out they've cancelled all but the one small strip between me and my car.  Until when?  Nobody knows. 
Luckily, my local councilman now has a form for e-mail with such concerns (and brewing tantrums.)  I explained that I can't reschedule a ride 10 times while they decide when to do the street.  And I can't hitch-hike home from the hospital.   I'll let you know what (if) they reply.

BELTS, SOCKS, MY SECRET BARGAIN PLACE

Belts are one place where I don't need a lot of whimsy. I need a lot of bargains. Three times now, Sears has been my secret source for basic leather belts with no chimes, no medallions, no clanking during meetings. And, en route to their belt rack, I also found my black leather watch band (an unusual size) for my favorite price - cheap!

Oh, and now that I think about it, I also got my slippers there and some good black socks that don't collapse and don't feel like a tourniquet.

PS My daughter swears (as did my father) that you can't beat Sears automotive for whatever auto stuff is doing you wrong and needs a good fix.

BRAS - IT HURTS WHEN I LAUGH

Who ever dreamed that a bra would arrive by mail that looks like it is made to fit the ends of grocery store sandwich bread instead of an actual bust? And yet, there it was. And another drive to the USPS to return it.

Then, in desperation, I fell for the old "bra fitting" racket yet again! The phone call for appointment made me suspicious. But desperate people do desperate things. Drove to Glendale. The "fitter" imposter tossed a tape measure over my tee shirt near the waist, asked me what size I usually wear. I replied, "The wrong size. That's why I'm here."

She returned with three bras, two I'd already tried on twice at Macy's.
I showed her how the forth bra was smashing my unhappy bust. She told me to put on my tee shirt and see how good I looked! Back on the street in 12 minutes, with $1.25 left on the new parking gizmo.

Off to another store, saw one bra in the wrong size that looked as if my size might actually fit. They, of course, didn't have my size. And then to another town for Macy's. But Macy's doesn't carry that division of Playtex.

So I'm back to ordering on line again. This time I ordered two sizes in hopes one size will fit. I'm thinking of getting my own space at the USPS for my regular bra-returning trips.

As I may have mentioned, when I returned the "bread wrapper" style bra, I gave them a very complete inventory of the parts of me that it didn't fit. I used my inside writing voice, and did not call the manufacturer any names.

When the postman rings, if this one fits, I may share the style number. . .