Wednesday, 28 January 2015

The Problem

The problem is, I’m an emotional shoe buyer. It’s a real thing. No, not by the UK mental health standards, but it should be. 

I’m not proud of it. I'm not even saying it's a healthy way to deal with things. But buying shoes to me, is like demolishing tubs of ice cream to you. When I'm upset/angry/ready to tear someone's head off, I simply treat myself to a new pair of shoes and imagine that their face is the sole every time I walk in them and get over it. 

So I’m admitting it now, these were the ultimate emotional shoe buy, but certainly not on impulse. I first spotted these in November. Laughed. Walked immediately in the opposite direction. I went on for weeks dreaming about them and scanning the internet for cheaper alternatives without any luck. I even decided I was in fact going to buy them. This was during an excruciatingly cold shift at work when I swore I would never get the feeling back in my toes, before quickly deciding against it.

So it wasn’t until it happened that I thought "what the hell, I'm actually going do this". Now I won't mention what it was that finally made me part with my money (and sanity), but just know that I'll be forever thankful that it finally justified the purchase.

(Coat: Topshop, Bag: Miss Selfridge, Jeans: Topshop, Boots: Stuart Weitzman)

Because you can put the girl in a nice pair of boots, but you can never really take the girl out of her.

Anyone else suffer from emotional shoe buying?


Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Fabulous Or Drag-ulous?

I know, I know, leopard print borders on that risky line between fabulous and drag-ulous. Some swear down to never wear the print and well, some swear to wearing the print in every way, shape and form, but really, I believe we can learn a thing or two from the queens that swear by it: they're confident, they couldn't care less what you think of them, and let's be honest, they have more sass than I could ever dream of possessing.

Now I'm not saying I'm out to channel my inner drag queen. I once had an accidental run in with a heavy-handed make-up artist and I can confirm it would never suit me (I still get a shakey feeling when it comes to smokey eyes). I'm just saying, when I wear this skirt, I feel sassy-as-hell. So regardless of whether it leaves me teetering on the edge of over-the-top, I think it's fabulous. 


(Blouse, Bershka, Skirt Topshop, Bag Miss Selfridge, Boots Pull & Bear)

(Too fabulous for you)