If I were a guy, I like to think I’d own a pair of black shoes, a pair of brown shoes, and some sneakers. Maybe some driving loafers, if I was Jay Gatsby or something. The truth is, I’d probably be one of those guys with a website devoted to his kicks.

Anyway, these classic handmade shoes for men are by Guido Mocasines in Argentina. I bet they smell good.

I finally got to introduce Holly and Maile. Maile was in town to do some photo shoots, and Holly came over to work, so I showed them my wedding dress, which has been hanging on the back of my bedroom door since the day I got married. I have no idea what to do with it.

Holly: It’s adorable! You have to keep it.
Me: Why in the world would I keep it?
Holly: You’ll wear it again! It’s not fancy.
Maile: Yeah. I don’t think so.
Me: It’s a wedding dress. Where am I going to wear it again?
Maile: Throw on a jean jacket and wear it to the post office!
Holly: Couldn’t you dye it or something?
Me: It has an enormous tulle skirt. I’m thinking eBay.
Maile: You should do one of those style challenges. Who’s that girl who wears the same dress every day?
Me: The Uniform Project! Yes. Genius. “I’ll be wearing my wedding dress every day for a year as an exercise in celibacy.”
Maile: You’re pulling the skirt up over your shoulders. “Look, it’s a cape!”
Holly: Yes. You have to do that.
Me: Done.

Maile was in town for a few days, and I forgot to sleep while she was here. She reminded me how nice it is to have roommates. I hate having to plan my social life, I like to just come home to one.

How about you? Are you playing along at home? How’s your 30-day project coming?

Took full advantage of a flexible work schedule.

We went to a happy baseball birthday party.

We ate peanuts and threw the shells on the ground.

I blinked, and Hank was a four-year-old guy.