1. Good quality, supportive, comfortable flats.

2. Small to medium sized backpack

I transitioned from sandles to boots today, the weather starting to show signs of shifting to fall, I mean Autumn weather.
It’s beautiful outside, and I am looking forward to seeing this version of the leaves changing. Someone at work yesterday talked about fall being her favourite season, because it’s her strongest wardrobe…! I agree. Layering is so much more fun than exposing…
But the shoe situation must be amended with my new commuting plan. I didn’t realize how much i’d been givin’ ‘er while charging forward to work in my flat sandles.
Today as I hobbled along uneven cobbled streets, teetering forward so very awkwardly and feeling my shins tightening with my precarious navigating in (NOT stilettos even) heels, I realized this was not sustainable. So a few shoes will be in order. Such a cliche. But my shins and hips and ass, and probably my head, will thank me.

As for the backpack, perhaps the need for this will be lessened when I am more stable on my feet, and my current imbalanced shoulder bag situation makes walking less of a challenge. But I still think that for weekend kid stuff a backpack is in order. And not the 86 gallon Himalayan tracking pack that Brett brought. With waist straps. And whistles and inflatable flares and shit.
Small enough so that I won’t kill my back by wearing it all day, but big enough to hold the water bottles, wipes, toys, pens, notebooks, snacks and whatever random artifact that the kid is attached to that day, that I would have previously jammed into the bottom of a stroller, or my backseat of the car. The stroller works for housing this crap until we hop on the subway, when it needs to be collapsed to make it up and down the stairs. Collapsing something that has layers of kid crap in between the metal bars is not an awesome thing to attempt on a hot, crowded, and noisy subway…

I’ve done some evaluating, and I’ve decided on a Hershel.
Then I’ll fit in with these adorable little nerds