Time for New Sneakers

Back in April I thrifted these New Balance sneakers, new with tags, for $9.99. They retail for $130.00, so I was quite happy to land such a bargain.

I walk at least two miles a day every day with the pups. My guy and I also go out and walk malls, antique shops and thrift stores, which can add another one to three miles day. Here's what all that walking did to the sneakers, which are now coming apart from their soles. I probably walk in the rain with them at least three or four times a month. Also, the ground here is perpetually wet, and I have to walk through a lot of mud and across some roads when I take the dogs for their walks, which is the reason my shoes wear out so fast.

If I had paid retail for these sneakers I'd be upset. But ten bucks seems to be about what they're worth, so okay. Time to thrift another pair of walking sneakers.

Back in October I bid on this pair of Champion sneakers listed at $8.99, with a max bid of $9.00. I wanted to get my next pair even cheaper than the first, and because I am very hard on sneakers I looked for a sturdier pair this time. I also won them for $8.99! They retail for $65.00.

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Stuff

After finding this Caron one pound skein of lovely peach yarn in my thrifted lot I raided my stash for two cakes of Mandala in Pegasus, which matches it perfectly. For practice and hand therapy I'm going to make another Worth Street Afghan with this free pattern , but this time I'll use the yarn that was recommended for it plus the one pound skein. I'm not quite ready to do the vintage/recycled linen quilt I had planned (still a bit too nervous about the idea), so I'm going to use some color therapy and make a quilt from these thrifted green fat quarters. I considered doing another Yellow Brick road patchwork pattern, but I might go with a split rail fence like this one.

Journal Find

This is a page from my 2010 poetry journal. My handwriting isn't the best, so I'll transcribe it: If my heart survives to tell all the secrets kept inside it will be an abalone shell in which the beauty did reside. But I think I will always be lost to the tides that rage in me . . . humbling and polishing . . . I don't write many self-portrait poems, but this one isn't too embarrassing. A bit overly dramatic, but the girl I was eleven years ago went through some tough times. I'm in a much more peaceful place today.

The Numbers

Back in March my diabetes doctor changed my medication and encouraged me to alter my diet and exercise more in order to bring down my A1C, which at the time tested out at a dismal 8.3 (normal is 5.8.) So for the next two months I dealt with the increased meds, stuck to my decidedly grim diet and added a lot more walking to my exercise regime. P.S., it's never fun to be a diabetic, but over the last couple of months I've really tried to keep a good attitude about it. Attitude isn't everything, but it helps a lot when you have to make significant changes while battling a disease like this. Yesterday I performed a home A1C test, and I'm currently at 6.5. That's pretty amazing results, even for me. If I can get it down another half point before I see the doctor in July I'd be over the moon, but I feel like I've already done great. Image credit: Image by Daniele Liberatori from Pixabay

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