Girls Brown Patent Leather Shoes

I absolutely love these shoes!
What do you girls think?

http://www.stevemadden.com/Chap-Brown-Le ather
(In Cream Patent)

Im a 24 year old professional. I love to be girly and keep up on the latest trends. Unfortunately Im stuck in Indiana and well, this definately isnt the fashion capital of the world. Sometimes a girl just needs the opinions of others out there :)
Thanks!

Those shoes are very cute and fashionable luv it you can alos wear those boots with like dark skinny jeans =]

2007-11-20 20:35:22 by ♥JuicyGirl♥

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what clothes n accesories n make up do you have? describe fully.... and add ur age. thanks. this is what i have... what u think? i m 19
50 short sleeved tees (mostly band and vintage tees)
10 long sleeved tees
10 plain colured polo tees
40 nice tops
2 cropped blazers (cream, black)
2 oversized cardies (grey striped,dark brown wool)
1 hoodie
2 track pants..(black, dark blue)
3 cropped cardies( black and pink striped,mustard yellow, brown and white striped)
3 work shirts
4 work pants ( black pinstriped, grey pinstriped, black cigarette cut, black flare)
6 casual shorts ( khaki, green, faded denim, 2 dark denim, grey)
2 nice shorts (navy blue, black checked)
4 tank tops ( white, brown back, yellow n white striped, pink patterned)
3 dresses (1 serious dress, one fun short LBD, a dark red party dress,one casual black n white striped, short green)
6 jeans (darkblue bootcut,faded blue straightcut,black straightcut,dark blue skinny, grey skinny,dark baggy)
8 pairs of shoes (black pumps, white pumps, black strappy heels, red flats, cream patent flats, sneakers, gym shoes,
red wedges, black gladiator wedges,light blue strappy sandals)
1 pair ankle boots
7 casual mini skirts (3 dark brown, white, grey, khaki,blue pleated)
5 nice mini skirts (red tartan, black flare, brown checked, black and gold, blue denim sequin detail)
7 knee length skirts (layered purple,layered red, dark blue flower print, light blue summer skirt, black appliqued with pretticoat, white)
3 clutches (dark brown, black wth gold detail, white patent)
5 bags (brown carry all, vintage leather slingbag, 2 black n white handbags,small reebok bag)
18 belts (five chain belts, 3 canvas belts - green&pink&grey, brown vintage leather, 6 ribbon belts,3 quirky ones)
5 scarves (green silk,red, silver, pink n brown toned, black n gold toned)
8 bras (brown n blue striped, nude, black strapless, cream strapless, light blue plain, pretty cream laced,2 sports bra)
3 long chains ( single bronze heart pendant, bronze chunky assorted pendants, bronze layered with pink stones, blue heart silver)
2 brooches (old vintage kingfisher, silver mouse)
15 bangles (black plastic, white plastic , 2 bronze vintage patterns,3 bright blue n bronze, red n bronze,3 tribal patterns, 3 plain black metal, 1 wooden)
4 bracelets (2 multicoloured beaded, 2 charm bracelets)
??? earrings (loads of silver patterned studs,2 silver hoops,2 bronze hoops,bronze chandelier with pink semiprecious stones,diamond studs, pearl studs)
7 special hair accessories (5 tiny butterfly clips with shimmery stones, sliver hair pin with Swarovski crystals, big hair clip with semiprecious stones)
make up (bobbi brown tinted moisturiser, bobbi brown bronzer, maybelline cream blush, mac bright red lipstick,
loreal shimmer gloss, shu umera white n silver eyeliner)
2 nail polish bottles (bright red, bright blue)

I have 700 nail polish bottles. I'm not joking.

2008-08-13 07:38:16 by 12345

Price: $28.00 $19.99

All Man Made Materials
Made in China

QUESTIONS
1. What is the turning point in the story? What epiphany does the daughter have? (HINT: how does the daughter feel about her mother at the beginning of he story? What are her feelings at the end of the story?)

2. Are the characters of the mother static, dynamic or developing?

3. Although the story is told in the first person ( from the view of the daughter), readers have access to the way others perceive the mother. How are other people's perceptions communicated to the reader?

4. What is the major theme of the story? (remember- there can be more than one!)

5. What the setting of the story? (Include where/when it takes place, social conditions, and the tone and mood.)

STORY
The First Day
In an otherwise unremarkable September morning, long before I learned to be ashamed of my mother, she takes my hand and we set off down New Jersey Avenue to begin my very first day of school. I am wearing a checkeredlike blue-and-green cotton dress, and scattered about these colors are bits of yellow and white and brown. My mother has uncharacteristically spent nearly an hour on my hair that morning, plaiting and replaiting so that now my scalp tingles. Whenever I turn my head quickly, my nose fills with the faint smell of Dixie Peach hair grease. The smell is somehow a soothing one now and I will reach for it time- and time again before the morning ends. All the plaits, each with a blue barrette near the tip and each twisted into an uncommon sturdiness, will last until I go to bed that night, something

that has never happened before. My stomach is full of milk and oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar. Like everything else I have on, my pale green slip and underwear are new, the underwear having come three to a plastic package with a little girl on the front who appears to be dancing. Behind my ears, my mother, to stop my whining, has dabbed the stingiest bit of her gardenia perfume, the last present my father gave her before he disappeared into memory. Because I cannot smell it, I have only her word that the perfume is there. I am also wearing yellow socks trimmed with thin lines of black and white around the tops. My shoes are my greatest joy, black patent-leather miracles, and when one is nicked at the toe later that morning in class, my heart will break.

I am carrying a pencil, a pencil sharpener, and a small ten-cent tablet with a black-and-white speckled cover. My mother does not believe that a girl in kindergarten needs such things, so I am taking them only because of my insistent whining aVid because they are presents from our neighbors, Mary Keith and Blondelle Harris. Miss Mary and Miss Blondelle are watching my two younger sisters until my mother returns. The women are as precious to me as my mother and sisters. Out playing one day, I have overheard an older child, speaking to another child, call Miss Mary and Miss Blondelle a word that is brand new to me. This is my mother: When I say the word in fun to one of my sisters, my mother slaps me across the mouth and the word is lost for years and years.

All the way down New Jersey Avenue, the sidewalks are teeming with children. In my neighborhood, I have many friends, but I see none of them as my mother and I walk. We cross New York Avenue, we cross Pierce Street, and we cross L and K, and still I see no one who knows my name. At I Street, between New Jersey Avenue and Third Street, we enter Seaton Elementary School, a timeworn, sadfaced building across the street from my mother’s church, Mt. Carmel Baptist.

Just inside the front door, women out of the advertisements in Ebony are greeting other parents and children. The woman who greets us has pearls thick as jumbo marbles that come down almost to her navel, and she acts as if she had known me all my life, touching my shoulder, cupping her hand under my chin. She is enveloped in a perfume that I only know is not gardenia. When, in answer to her question, my mother tells her that we live at 1227 New Jersey Avenue, the woman first seems to be picturing in her head where we live. Then she shakes her head and says that we are at the wrong school, that we should be at Walker-Jones.

My mother shakes her head vigorously. ”I want her to go here,” 5 my mother says. ”If I’da wanted her someplace else, I’da took her there.” The woman continues to act as if she has known me all my life, but she tells my mother that we live beyond the area that Seaton


serves. My mother is not convinced and for several more minutes she questions the woman about why I cannot attend Seaton. For as many Sundays as I can remember, perhaps even Sundays when I was in her womb, my mother has pointed across I Street to Seaton as we come and go to Mt. Carmel. ”You gonna go there and learn about the whole world.” But one of the guardians of that place is saying no, and no again. I am learning this about my mother: The higher up on the scale of respectability a person is—and teachers are rather
are rather high up in her eyes—the less she is liable to let them push her around. But finally, I see in her eyes the closing gate, and she takes my hand and we leave the building. On the steps, she stops as people move past us on either side.

”Mama, I can’t go to school?”

She says nothing at first, then takes my hand again and we are down the steps quickly and nearing New Jersey Avenue before I can blink. This is my mother: She says, ”One monkey don’t stop no show.”

Walker-Jones is a larger, newer school and I immediately like it because of that. But it is not across the street from my mother’s church, her rock, one of her connections to God, and I sense her doubts as she absently rubs her thumb over the back of her hand. We find our way to the crowded auditorium where gray metal chairs are set up in the middle of the room. Along the wall to the left are tables and other chairs. Every chair seems occupied by a child or adult. Somewhere in the room a child is crying, a cry that r
that rises above the buzz-talk of so many people. Strewn about the floor are dozens and dozens of pieces of white paper, and people are walking over them without any thought of picking them up. And seeing this lack of concern, I am all of a sudden afraid.

”Is this where they register for school?” my mother asks a woman at one of the tables.

The woman looks up slowly as if she has heard this question once too often. She nods. She is tiny, almost as small as the girl standing beside her. The woman’s hair is set in a mass of curlers and all of those curlers are made of paper money, here a dollar bill, there a five-dollar bill. The girl’s hair is arrayed in curls, but some of them are beginning to droop and this makes me happy. On the table beside the woman’s pocketbook is a large notebook, worthy of someone in high school, and looking at me looking at the notebook, the girl places her hand possessively on it. In her other hand she holds several pencils with thick crowns of additional
erasers.

”These the forms you gotta use?” my mother asks the woman, picking up a few pieces of the paper from the table. ”Is this what you have to fill out?”

The woman tells her yes, but that she need fill out only one.


”I see,” my mother says, looking about the room. Then: ”Would ifou help me with this form? That is, if you don’t mind.” I The woman asks my mother what she means. | ”This form. Would you mind help in me fill it out?” \ The woman still seems not to understand.

i ”1 can’t read it. I don’t know how to read or write, and I’m askin you to help me.” My mother looks at me, then looks away. I know almost all of her looks, but this one is brand new to me. ”Would you help me, then?”
The woman says Why sure, and suddenly she appears happier, so much more satisfied with everything. She finishes the form for her daughter and my mother and I step aside to wait for her. We find two chairs nearby and sit. My mother is now diseased, according to the girl’s eyes, and until the moment her mother takes her and the form to the front of the auditorium, the girl never stops looking at my mother. I stare back at her. ”Don’t stare,” my mother says to me. ”You know better than that.”

Another woman out of the Ebony ads takes the woman’s child away. Now, the woman says upon returning, let’s see what we can do for you two.
My mother answers the questions the woman reads off the form. They start with my last name, and then on to the first and middle names. This is school, 1 think. This is going to school. My mother slowly enunciates each word of my name. This is my mother: As the questions go on, she takes from her pocketbook document after document, as if they will support my right to attend school, as if she has been saving them up for just this moment. Indeed, she takes out more papers than I have ever seen her do in other places: my birth certificate, my baptismal record, a doctor’s letter concerning my bout with chicken pox, rent receipts, records of immunization, a letter about our public assistance payments, even her marriage license—every single paper that has anything even remotely to do with my five-year-old life. Few of the papers are needed here, but it does not matter and my mother continues to pull out the documents with the purposefulness of a magician pulling out a long string of scarves.
My mother presents the form to a woman sitting in front of the stage, and the woman looks at it and writes something on a white card, which she gives to my mother. Before long, the woman who has taken the girl with the drooping curls appears from behind us, speaks to the sitting woman, and introduces herself to my mother and me. She’s to be my teacher, she tells my mother. My mother stares.


We go into the hall, where my mother kneels down to me. Her lips are quivering. ”I’ll be back to pick you up at twelve o’clock. I don’t want you to go nowhere. You just wait right here. And listen to every word she say.” I touch her lips and press them together. It is an old, old game between us. She puts my hand down at my side, which is not part of the game. She stands and looks a second at the teacher, then she turns and walks away. I see where she has darned one of her socks the night before. Her shoes make loud sounds in the hall.
She passes through the doors and I can still hear the loud sounds of her shoes. And even when the teacher turns me toward the classrooms and I hear what must be the singing and talking of all the children in the world, I can still hear my mother’s footsteps above it all.

nice

2010-02-15 16:37:27 by -Roxas

Price: $59.95 $54.99

This shoes / sandals / boots style name or model number is Uptown Girl
Width: M
Color: Nude

Everyone always talks about having a stereo type, whether it's emo, nerd, prep, or whatever. What I'd like to know is... what am I? I get called emo by preppy people, and preppy by emo people, and nerdy by jocks, and preppy by nerdy people and so on... Listen to the information below and tell me what you think =)

I am a freshmen in high school. I make straight A's with occasional B's. My classes are Advanced Speech and Debate, Theater 1, Geometry, Advanced Physical Science, Beginning Women's Choir, Pre IB Freshmen English, Health 1. I am on the speech team as well as the Creative Writing Club. I tried out for our school's production of A Midsummer Night's Dream but only made the crew. I have won many contests in areas such as drawing, writing, acting, and singing. I love to read as well. I enjoy sarcastic humor books, such as Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, and Tom Holt. I don't like Twilight books, sorry. Stephanie Meier didn't even plan it all out when she started writing it. That is NOT a good way to write a series.

I am not involved in very many sports, but I like to play badminton and tennis and sometimes I go out for a jog. My resting heart-rate is 59 beats per minute.

My parents are divorced, but still good friends. I live with my mom for half the week, and my dad for half the week. My dad lives in a 3 story house and is remarried. He works as a Music Theory professor at a university. My mother lives in a single level house and has a "significant other". She is a music teacher at an elementary school. I also have a 15 year old brother. I have a black cat named Tiny at my mom's house and 5 goldfish in the pond at my dad's house named Barack, Dr. White-face, Timmy, Angela, and Sephira.

The "emos" who hate all of the "preppy assholes" are all stupid to me. They all hate conformity and Abercrombie and Hollister and then they go to the mall and buy 30 dollar belts at Hot Topic [I may point out that Hot Topic makes more money in one month than Abercrombie and Fitch does in one entire year... Who's the conformist now?]. They say they hate labeling and they go ahead and call themselves emos and say they hate "preps" [what the hell is a prep anyway?] They cut themselves and then they tell everyone about it. It's a serious mental illness. It's not something you should take so lightly. And if you truly are a cutter, you should seek professional help immediately.

My love life is...lacking to say the least. I've had a couple of stray relationships, but never anything that lasted more than a few weeks. I really like someone right now and I've liked them for a really long time and I've been trying to get over them, but it's hard...

I mostly wear T-Shirts and any kind of skinny jeans [I now own no pairs of flare pants. it's all skinny jeans for this girl]. I love the color black, but I also love bright colors like pink and yellow. One of my favorite outfits is my bright yellow skinny jeans paired with a green, yellow, purple, and white striped tank top and brown slippers. I mostly shop at stores such as Zumiez, Nordstrom, Journey, Abercrombie, Hollister, Aeropostale, American Eagle, Pac Sun, and Sephora.
My Frequently Warn Shoes:
Black 4 inch Jimmy Choo's
Black and pink Converse
Hot pink Jack Ass Converse with black skull print
Tie Die Converse
Black and white checkered Vans
Black and Pink polka dot Vans with yellow and black shoelaces
American Eagle flip flops
Brown and blue LA gear
Grey and black Rocket Dogs
Beige Bear claw ankle-high booties
Black Hurley Flip flops
Red Patent Leather flats
Suede slippers
White Birkenstock
Red, green and black Haru Juku Lovers

I am 5'2" and weigh about 124 lbs. I have shoulder length strawberry blond hair and almond shaped brown eyes with some freckles. I normally wear black eyeliner and occasionally some purple eye liner. I wear colored Urban Decay mascara from Sephora. I am a 32-B and have a big butt and am relatively thin. I am considered to be attractive by some people's standards, but I'm never "hot" or "beautiful".

I have lots of friends, but not very many good friends... None of them really understand me. But I make an effort to understand them, always. Even if they don't "get" me. I am often considered to be "strange" or "eccentric" because I used to [I still do!] think that whenever people make bare skin contact with me they are reading my mind. I am very moody and some people think I'm Bipolar or Schizophrenic. But I don't care, because you are what you are =)

Okay, that was rather a lot of information. I appreciate those of you who read the whole thing and thought a little bit about your answer before posting. Thank you.

ohh, who needs stereotypes? you'd be much happier if you didn't try to force yourself into a category. :)

2008-11-02 17:31:48 by Ashabeth

i really want some help with some things i wanna buy 1st are they all kinda akk like gossip girl clothes, 2nd who do they suit more, blair, serena or jenny and 3rd what would u wear them with. please dont answer unless u r a real gossip girl fan, thanks everone

http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Fold-Over- Frame-Cross-Body-Bag/Prod/pgeproduct.asp x?iid=269369&cid=4174&clr=Black& amp;Rf-100=Bags&sh=0

http://www.asos.com/Mischa-Barton/Asos/A sos-Chain-Strap-Vintage-Across-Body-Bag/ Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=297007&cid= 4174&clr=Green&Rf-100=Bags&s h=0

http://www.asos.com/Miu-Miu/Miu-Miu-Wove n-Tassle-Bag/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=19 5867&cid=4174&clr=Brown&Rf-1 00=Bags&sh=0

http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Leather-Dr awstring-Across-Body-Bag/Prod/pgeproduct .aspx?iid=233025&cid=4174&clr=Gr ey&Rf-100=Bags&sh=0

http://www.asos.com/Nica/Nica-Large-Flap -Over-Purse/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=298 195&cid=4174&clr=Burgandy&sh =0&Rf-100=Purses

http://www.asos.com/Carvela/Carvela-Ribb on-Tie-Patent-Dolly-Shoes
plus these
http://www.asos.com/Bertie/Bertie-Round- Toe-Sling-Back-Shoe/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx ?iid=267456&cid=4172&clr=Taupe&a mp;sh=0&Rf-100=Heeled%20Shoes
http://www.asos.com/Eva-Longoria/Asos/As os-Wrap-Shirt-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx ?iid=311694&cid=5158&clr=Khaki&a mp;sh=0

http://www.asos.com/Carmen-Electra/Asos/ Asos-Ruffle-Neck-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.a spx?iid=311560&cid=5158&clr=Khak i&sh=0
http://www.asos.com/Asos/Blue-And-Grey-F loral-Print-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?i id=393578&cid=5158&clr=BlueGreyP rint&sh=0

http://www.rokit.co.uk/product.php?produ ct_id=WA100254
http://www.rokit.co.uk/product.php?produ ct_id=WA100242

The Miu Miu bag is totally something that Serena would use. She'd probably wear it with a pair of skinny jeans, plain t-shirt and a pair of killer heels.

The blue dress is something I could see Jenny in. I'd wear it with a cute pair of heels (Silver would be cute).

Those were the only two that really stuck out to me, hopefully I helped you!

2008-07-14 12:28:40 by Fi Q