SO these babies are from Dune. Note - matching bag. I realise that they are unlikely to be most people’s (or any people’s) cup of tea. I bought them for my Bro’s wedding last month and wore them with an old but classic bright white french connection sun dress (high waisted- full circle skirt) and a green hobbs jacket - still in store - with a giant bow on the back waistline.
I am a complete cliche, and i know i always say the same things, but these shoes and their bag really did mark a turning point. A new, brighter, younger, funkier, cooler me. I guess now the man with the brogue boots and the motorbike is officially mine and has used the L word on me i feel a little younger, a bit more reckless and I’m trying to dwell less and enjoy things more. Billy is out of the picture. Gone. Finito. And I’m trying to shake off all the old-before-my-years habits that I’ve picked up from dating someone 7 years my senior.
On the Flipside - i am seriously debating buying these. Can’t decide if they are too slutty, too high or what. But i am massively keen right now.
There is something Glorious about these. They are that perfect mix of old school hollywood film set and sleazy nightclub. Imagine putting one on and feeling like cinderella and dorothy all in one magical fairytale moment?!
I am in to fairytales right now because i just picked a man. Remember the brogues?
On Monday i got rid of one of them ( sadly the rich one who supplied me with bags and shoes from Louboutin and Jimmy Choo ) and chose the underdog for a change, the penniless one who makes me feel like cinderella, rather than the moneyed prince who makes me feel like sleeping beauty. So there we go. Lets see how my new wistful ideas of True Love turn out. x
Every girl wants to be this girl. Our lives as modern women are based on this yearning for incidental Hollywood movie style moments. X
i love how these are pretty but also quite hefty, sexy but also feminine. They have a sort of token wave at being bohemian and also being intensely high fashion. They scream sexy. Bronze legs, angle swishing black dress, wavy sexed up beach hair and some cracking jewellery.
Choosing between two men is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. Two men who i love dearly. I’m still not even halfway there to making up my mind about this. One is sexy, tempestuous, exciting, fun, gorgeously edible and intense, the other is sensible, caring, sensitive, loving and dependable.
I’m sure you’ll be able to tell which is which by their shoes. Which is why i love shoes. You can read people fairly well just by looking at their feet.
Wearing the funky yellow Vivienne Westwood black heart heels because I needed a little pick me up. X
This reminds me very much of somebody i love dearly. I will post the painting i did of his boots on here at some point if i haven’t already. He now lives in the south of France with his excessively pretty girlfriend. He’s a total babe and he recently broke two vertebrae falling through a roof, so here is a little get well thought for the old friend with the sexy tattoo’s and piercing eyes who i never quite got into bed. x
This has been the new me. I’ve started being bright funky and eyecatching again. I bought these sweet pink pumps with the bracelet as a set - that way i can wear the dullest blue trousers and white top to work and still look seriously funky.
The dress they are on is absolutely incredible, plain old zara but it was like it was made to fit me when i tried it on. If i wear this outfit i feel a really great combination of things. Summery, girly in that childish barbie way, super edgy cool, and actually a little bit sexy.
Things are strange for me at the moment. Up until this week i was being young and being free and not being serious. Now the number one person, the one true love is making hardcore attempts to try and turn the clock back and i just don’t know what i want. I feel like alice: trapped, too big or too small.
I thought motorbike riding tattooed straight talking chiselled men were my new thing. I was channelling my inner Lana Del Rey, and now i’m in turmoil.
There is nothing that quite matches that person you feel happy watching the Antiques Roadshow with, followed by a bath and an early night.
watch this space. x