Dear God, it's me Shoe Gal.
And by Dear God, I mean Lordy Lordy Lord. What have I gotten myself in to?
Probably not the best way to open up the very first post of my brand spakin' new blog, but for everyone reading (and by everyone, I mean "hi, Mom"), I have been sweating in places a dignified gal should not be sweating thinking about how now the blogging world (and by blogging world, again "hi, Mom") will know my deepest, darkest secrets. And it's by my choice no less!
And by secrets, I mean now you'll know that this gal has been known to eat a whole wheel of brie on her own in one sitting and with no civilized support players like bread or crackers. And guess what? Since no one was there to see me, the calories don't count. You follow that philosophy, right?
You'll probably find out that I own an obscene number of shoes and most days not a shoe goes on my feet (but that's for a whole other post).
You may even get out of me that on any given day, I work with some of the most interesting yet equally mind boggling individuals - this has included a stripper, demonologist, famous world peace leader, ex-convict, crooked politician, British Royal and Celtic harpist to name a few.
And even though the thought of sharing these deep dark "secrets" with you all scares the bejesus out of me, I hope you'll stick around and laugh at my neurosies, my stories, my life. I mean hey, if you can't laugh at a complete stranger, who can you laugh at?
Viva la shoes!