Walking in the rain...

This morning - it was beautiful out. Bright. Sunny. Fairly warm. It was one of those mornings that made me want to dance and sing on the way to work..."Good morning Winnipeg...." (if you don't know the song "Good morning Baltimore" from Hairspray, that reference is going to be lost on you... sorry.)

Seeing as it's the start of September - but NOT the start to fall - I decided to wear white capris, a white blouse, a black/pinstripe vest and my yellow leather shoes. It was a great day to celebrate white clothes.

After work, I had a massage appointment. On the way there it was bright and sunny and I felt like I was stepping out of a JCrew catalogue...

On the way out of my massage appointment I was hit with a huge surprise: it was raining. No, it was pouring.

I ran across the street to the grocery store - I had to grab a couple of things anyway... Why not go in and let it all blow over?

Only it didn't. It got worse.

I was standing in line, and the girl behind me says - it's really pouring out there now! Me: Ha. It's the perfect day to wear white - and walk home in a downpour. She tells me that she lives a block away and drove there... then asked if I lived in her direction, I sadly shook my head no. And she goes, Oh, too bad, you don't look like a killer so I totally would have given you a lift...

Apparently I didn't look pathetic enough with my sad nod for her to feel bad enough to drive six blocks out of her way... I'll have to work on that.

I got to the doors, saw the rain REALLY coming down, and decided to take advantage of the convenience of the Starbucks located inside the grocery store (just for reference, there's a "full" Starbucks at the edge of the parking lot as well - but it was raining - and I didn't even want to run across there!). I grabbed myself a drink, sipped and watched the rain fall. Until I saw the rain slow down. Not stop, just slow. And I made a run for it. Ok, there was no running.

One of the things you have to learn to love about Winnipeg: the puddles. There are puddles the size of turtle pools out here. And cars drive through them. And pedestrians do not survive them. It was like running through a landmine on the way home. Protecting my yellow leather shoes, maintaining enough dryness to my pants so I wasn't revealing anything... It was a tough walk home.

And for most of it - I just laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Until I noticed my shoes again... If it was safer to walk down the street barefoot - I totally would have today. Oh, what a girl will do to protect her cute shoes...that cleverly matched her umbrella...!