some winter snaps which are tickling my fancy. this winter for me is all about fur, funky shades, platform shoes, buckled boots, sheer floaty fabrics, sunray pleats, flared pants, torn jeans, dashes of vibrant hues, leather- everywhere, crisp lines, angular forms, funky bébé's, graphic tees and fuzzy soles.
and watched them get sold to some lucky poo for $158.
when it came down to it, i could not justify paying 200 bucks for a pair of shoes i loved, yet had never tried on. as daggy and grandma as it sounds, fit and comfort are so important and really, the enjoyment you get out of a pair of shoes depends on these two pivotal factors.
and yet 160 for the marni platforms of my dreams is such a bloody bargain.
poo you stingy self.
the problem is i actually could have afforded them, and have actually spent more on a pair of shoes which i ordered from sweden. so am not sure what is going on. maybe i am losing my shopping nerve.
so. as i watched the seconds count down, i felt so sad. i actually wanted to cry (no jks beb). i walked away from the shoes like a deflated hater of life.
but then the mail man came and delivered me a lovely surprise. two POP magazines. Argh I screamed 'dude this is sooooo cooool!'
so now i am quite happy. still pining over the loss of a great opportunity, but engrossed in the shiny pages of POP.
It was a fine day indeed, the day when i first glimpsed these shoes on the feet of camille from childhood flames. that was three years ago at least, yet to this day i still dream about these bébé's.
i probably havent wanted a pair of shoes more in my life than these marni's yet being the stingy person i am, i gasp at the prospect if spending that much on shoes, even though they are like soooo reduced. i am having a battle with my conscious, because these are litters the most perfect pair of shoes. the shoes of my dreams. golly gosh i am cliché.
Awkwardly tall, emoji-lovin, adjective abuser from melbourne who wanders the aisles of japanese supermarkets looking for 'cool' things. my heart belongs to acne and revels in the realms of alexander wang, basement of balenciaga and world of celine. fashion is my love encased within the glossy pages of POP and Oyster and the buzzing screen of my computer.
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