Little Shoes and the Arrest of My Development

On Thursday Sam tried to introduce me to Arrested Development through Hulu to no avail. So what do you do when Hulu and your internet connection do not prevail?

Get out the cash.

So we went to Best Buy and bought season one. I mean, if you're going to watch a show you might as well do it right and submit yourself and surrender your life completely to TV on DVD. There's simply no other way.

We were in Best Buy, noticing that a book in the checkout line was called something like "Obama: Child of Hope" or "Obama: Son of Promise," and Sam made some comment like, "Isn't that another name for Christ?" Hmm. Crazy. Crazy American Girl. But then I thought, oh my goodness, let's go to Michael's next door because craft stores are the hot-diggity. Hot-diggity dog!

Michael's didn't have fabric--of course they don't, I knew this, I knew this all along!--and I wanted to make something for Owen, my weekday friend. We zipped across the street to the famous Joann's, where the cashiers sing to you when they give you your change.

"And he-eeere is your change! Thank yooooo for coming in!"

"Did you just sing us our change?"

"Yeah, is that okay? That's why you should come to Joann's. People sing to you at Joann's."

She said something like that. Anyway, I found this great pattern, and four pairs of shoes, a nearly complete cold recovery, and an entire season of Arrested Development later, here is a sweet and savory sample of what I have produced:

Huzzah!