Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
You're the One
It's alright I'll come 'round when you're not in
And I'll pick up all my things
Everything I have I bought with you
But that's alright too
It's just everything I do
We did together
And there's a little piece of you
I've got everything I need
I've got petrol in the car
I've got some money with me
There's just one problem
You're the only one I want
(Kate Bush, "You're The One")
Monday, April 23, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Pointy Copper Shoes
Friday, April 20, 2007
Gazith - The Morning After
I really love the classy, muted look of these shoes and all that go with them. It makes me feel calm and happy. They are getting more comfortable by the minute, but need some more stretching.
I am wearing a skirt by Zachari's Smile, made of vintage denim textiles. The capri-length leggings from Fox have polka dots and a lacy finish for an extra feinine touch. The socks are opaque beige colour from Secret I believe, and what I love about them most besides the stable texture and suede appearance is the fact that the top seems almost unfinished. This creates a comfortable sock and an even appearance which makes this look possible...
Black Shoes and White Orchids
Remember the shoes I told you I've got as a birthday present? Well, here they are, finally! And aren't they ever adorable!
They remind me of Alice in Wonderland for some reason. The straps close with a large round button that is black. If the button was white, it would have been perfect... The kitten heels are short and sturdy, and I they won't get stuck in little holes on the pavement the way some of them do...
I know the lighting could use some improvement, and I will be taking more photos in daylight and post them on my Flickr account for your future reference and admiration.
My granny gave them to me. She is ever so sweet. But not just because of her exemplary generosity and kindness of spirit (she always says she wants to give her grandchildren with a warm, living hand, not a cold one from the grave and jokes when she wonders what will run out first: her money or her life...). My grandma is also the most lively 80+ I've ever seen, she has a boyfriend (I don't even have one for crying out loud, and I am 50+ years younger than her!), travels the world without suffering from jet lag (in a minute you'll see what happens to ME when I'm in Jet Lag LOL!), and never complains about pain or anguish.
I am wearing them here with my favourite nylons - sheer and glittery to flatter the subtle toe cleavage of the shoe.
It was half past the 23rd hour, and I was still awake, searching the drawers for a black inkjet refill so I can continue my printing job. The only one I found was from an R.I.P. inkjet who became defunct when my than-boyfriend tried to print a blank puzzle for our daughter. It looks just about the same as the one I need. I try to put it in, and it sorts of fits. I punch in control-P, and the printing job is rejected. "If only he would have listened to me six months ago, I could use this ink tank with it" goes my jet-lagged, sleep deprived brain, unable to notice the ridiculousness of the thought (obviously, if that inkjet printer was still alive, this black ink tank would have been empty by now!).
The drugstore is already closed but I refuse to give in toand go to bed. Instead, a brilliant idea pops into my mind. I used a corkscrew to punch a hole in the full ink tank, hoping to use a fine eye dropper to transfer the ink to the old empty one (the one that fits my current inkjet printer). As soon as I punch the hole, the other side starts dripping black splatters of ink all over the counter! I have to change plans and do it fast. I take a miniature funnel (one that is often sold along with little purse sprays). I stick it in the hole I punched in the empty ink tank, and start the ink transfusion...
The result: the printer has once again rejected the ink tank, insisting that it's empty and that continuing the job may result in a damaged printer. Somehow, my jet-lagged brain realizes that the letter I wanted to print is not urgent enough to risk another broken printer. And anyways, my mission was accomplished: I spent the entire evening taking photos of this weird operation and writing about it. A fine way to spend a night avoiding my real problems (returning from a long trip, sleepless, to a home without my sweetheart, and to top it all off - to find my house in a complete pre-painting mess).
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Most trial socks suck. Of course, they are not meant to be durable or elegant; They are just there for the sockless or nyloneless customers, and are designed to just add the extra layer and feel so that you know more or less how the shoe will feel when worn with nylons. And of course, they have to be super cheap and come out of what looks like a tissue box. They usually look like a cross between a dirty cobwebs and a tied sausage baggy. They hang loosely in an indefinite location between the ankle and the heel and look like they are tied at the toe like a baloon’s ass.
These ones, however, which I used when trying on shoes at Gazith, can pass as real nylons. Cheap ones can look very sexy sometimes, especially when they are made of that fine knit of very thin thread, making it seem transparent and feel like a finely dusted spider web. But they must look like socks and be constructed as ones. The elastic around the ankle is precise and even and actually knows were it is, which also helps when trying a variety of shoe heights when in store.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Perfect Summer Footlets
It's not summer yet, but it's hot enough where I am to think about summer. These little seamless footlets are so perfect they have become a summer staple. They are so unnoticeable, and that's what makes them so special. You can't see them, you can't feel them, and they do what a sock needs to do - add that little extra comfort between skin and leather.
These particular ones are the Footcovers from Secret, but I've seen other brands making them equally well. I just didn't happen to have the original package handy...
More Beach Fun
Nothing better than dipping my feet in this warm Mediterranean, fine white sand. Soft and cuddly as it runs through my toes. My only wish is that my lover would join me here and cuddle with me in the sand and admire my skin with his gentle hands, warmed by the sun and spiced with salty breeze.