Is this really necessary?

I took this picture from M11 bus this evening. What you're looking at is the frame of a tow truck that was parked and setting up to tow a car in the next lane. For some reason, the tow truck driver had this bag on the back of the truck -- can you read what it says? It's Pigeon Feed.

PIGEON FEED.

He had another two bags on the front seat.

Ouch

Even a casual viewer of " What Not to Wear," the television series dedicated to showing women how wrong their fashion choices are, knows that the shoes make the outfit. You can have the sleekest black dress on, but with a pair of chunky, one-inch, unpolished jobs on your feet, you pretty much look like the trash collector. Or at least, that's what Stacy and Clinton would like you to think.

I am more than a casual viewer of WNTW, and I agree with them. Unfortunately, the three+-inch heels they generally recommend are an impossible daily choice for the average New Yorker, let alone an Excellent Walker like myself. Add to that the fact that I need to wear orthotics, which can't be worn in most shoes, and you'll understand why getting dressed is a daily frustration for me.

This is a transitional time of year for most women's feet. The weather is warm enough for sandals, i.e., bare feet wrapped in narrow straps of leather. Those places where the straps meet the skin are still tender from being swaddled in socks and stockings all winter; you'll see a lot of band-aids on the backs of ankles for the next few weeks.

I made the huge mistake of stepping out on Saturday in a pair of shoes I thought might bridge the gap between fashion and comfort. (Aside: this cannot be done; I should really throw in with one side or the other and be done with it.) After walking a mile in my shoes, the backs of my ankles were rubbed raw. Instead of stopping for some socks -- which would have looked stupid, but who cares -- I kept going. Even after changing later in the day to real shoes, with socks, the damage was so extensive that every step just made it worse.

I am left with one footwear choice until I heal: backless. What kind of an idiot am I? Not only are the clogs I'm wearing not Stacy and Clinton approved (I bought them to wear on long airplane flights, I swear), they are impossible to walk in for more than a few blocks.

So, to recap: during a beautiful spring week, when I would otherwise be walking everywhere, I both look like the trash collector and am taking the subway.

I Have the Coolest Apartment

Apartment Therapy is running their annual "Smallest Coolest Apartments" contest, and since I have a very small, very cool apartment, and since, a few weeks ago when I looked to see what the competition was like, I discovered that my apartment was much cooler than the others, I sent in an entry on the last day they were accepting them.

Then I discovered that everyone else had also waited until the last minute, and AT had gotten a ton of entries. I was disappointed not to see mine chosen, but since the quality of the others went up signficantly, I wasn't that surprised.

Except that yesterday, on the next-to-last-day of the preliminaries, they posted mine!

This is where you come in. The way it works is that the entries that get the most popular votes go on to official, professional-type judging. There are so many fantastic apartments up there that I don't think I have a chance of actually winning, but I'd like to get to the "it's an honor just to be nominated" stage, so I need votes from the site's viewers. And you. And the person who sits next to you at work. If you were inspired to leave a comment, like "gee, that's kind of amazing that she fit a bed into that small space, " or "wow, that green wall is so cheerful; that apartment must be one pleasant spot," so much the better, but it's not necessary.

You have some very limited amount of time in which to do this -- I think until Saturday. If I do end up winning, I'll be sure to mention you all in my acceptance speech!