I will never forget this scene as long as I live. All the ‘guys’ with their hammers, nail guns and buzz saws...all coming to a screeching halt to help me find my favorite shoes...but to my surprise, they are no longer my ‘construction crew’, they magically transformed themselves into a group of male fashionistas...no more swearing builders on ladders, only lisping stylists with personal fashion recommendations, after all they have been building a ‘Shoe Closet’...and for a moment, I actually stop to listen to their advice...I mean conversation, it went something like this;
Jose, “Rebecca can’t find her black shoes with the gold sparklers”
Emilio, “Tell her to wear the pink ones with diamondths”
George, “We don’t think you should wear the black ones, we all like the gold ones, all of us except for Emilio...he thinks you should wear the pink ones!”
What? Fashion advice from guys who still have salsa on their T-shirts from lunch? That’s how every day begins here...ahh, the simply gratifying, soul changing feelings one receives from restoring a home! Reality shows have nothing on us, every day is like a big breath of...(cough, cough..) dust...dirt, I mean sunshine...Some real advice; forget about finding your shoes or at least the ones you want until it’s all over and your shoes somehow magically find their way home to the shoe closet you’re building. Read more…
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