Every once in awhile, I decide there’s some item I actually want badly enough to make a foray into a department store or two. A few months ago, it was boots. I wanted a pair of non-Western-style boots to wear with skirts on the occasional colder days. I thought my requirements were pretty simple: leather, moderate-to-low heel, side zipper, attractive design suitable for work. Below is a small sample of what I found.
Here’s the “break-a-leg” boot, perhaps for aspiring thespians.
And the Harley girl biker boots.
Neither of which are made from anything that’s ever been near a cow.
And then there’s these lovely open-toed pumps in an array of colors to match any ensemble.
Ok, I realize the last couple of pictures aren’t of boots, but shoe departments any more are like sartorial train wrecks – absolutely horrible, but you just can’t look away. When I was 20-something, heels this high were referred to as “hooker shoes”. I would feel way older except that my now-20-something daughter agrees with me.
I still don’t have any dress boots.
Many years ago (damn it!), the Dairy Queen that was on MacArthur Blvd., one block away from MacArthur High School, would freeze bananas on a stick and then dip them in the chocolate shell they used for dipped cones. This process turned an ordinary piece of fruit into something of surpassing wonderfulness.
When I was extremely pregnant with my daughter (also many years ago, damn it!), I went for a check-up on a Monday, and was told something to the effect of: “Wow – you could have this baby almost anytime! Come in tomorrow for an induction so we can be sure you won’t be delivering tomorrow evening in Houston rush-hour traffic. And don’t eat anything after midnight.” The local Dairy Queen drive-through closed at 11:00 pm, so I went up there at 10:55 pm in order to have my very favorite food item just before going NPO at midnight.
As the independently-owned Dairy Queens across North Texas were closed or bought out by a large conglomerate that marketed only DQ-branded items, frozen chocolate-dipped bananas became harder and harder to find. Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory in the outlet mall in Terrell sells them. I guess the one in Grapevine Mills probably does, too. And you can sometimes find them at county and state fairs, but it’s not a regular or reliable thing. And since I moved to Tampa, none of those places have been available. *sigh*
But – a couple of years ago, I discovered Diana’s Banana Babies! Right in the freezer at my supermarket! Half a banana, frozen on a stick, and dipped in chocolate! With choices! Milk Chocolate! Dark Chocolate! Rolled in Nuts! So yummy. So simple. And I no longer get those crazy looks from the kids at random DQ drive-throughs from my wistfully asking if they have frozen chocolate-dipped bananas.
Life is good.