I can’t wait to show you the finished product.
(all photos courtesy of Chris Tse)
* We came third (out of 9) for Audience Favourite. That means nothing really, it isn’t the judge’s decision, but it’s still lovely.
To make up for skipping my run on Wednesday, and because I was out on Thursday night, I went running after work on Friday.
After work. On FRIDAY. Like a crazy person.
Additionally I was keeping myself available to help out with my friends’ V48HR film.
I was asked to help out, maybe, if I was needed, possibly, and then? at 10:30 on Friday night I received a call asking me to play the main lead. The main lead. In a time travel movie which meant that additionally I was playing myself 3 times over.
This expression was of course followed quite quickly by elation.
(I’ll post the finished product when I can. It’s still being edited! the deadline is 2.5 hours away)
Dearest Darling The Internet,
My spending hiatus has ended not with a bang but with a whimper.
I’m sorry. I fell off the wagon.
First, I stalked and sniped a Marc by Marc Jacobs bag on eBay (it’s lovely) and then I found a special one-day-sale pair of jeans – soft grey, high waisted, and down from $119 to $30.
And such as 1+1=2, purchase + purchase = failure.
But! As with my 2009-2010 regime of diet & exercise*, I am not berating myself for the failure. I still did remarkably well, ou know, for ME, and the day of the end of the hiatus passed (and it was payday) with only the purchase of a fine tooth comb..
I think that the long term ramifications of this hiatus will stick.
I enjoy the space in my drawers and in my wardrobe. I enjoy repurposing clothes** and while I still haven’t gotten around to selling that box of clothes, I have added to it and add again I will. It will probably end up going to charity but it’s out my life!
So while I did not succeed completely, I think I did enough. And that will do.
Plus, that bag is really cute. Letters ahoy!
* a story for another day.
** earlier this week I wore a short summer dress under a pencil skirt and blazer, it was very cute as a top. Tomorrow I am going to wear a dress which is two sizes too big but! with a studded waist belt? so cute.
Now, I am not trying to turn this darling little site into a fashion blog – I don’t have the time, inclination, or style to do so – but there has been interest expressed in a particular pair of shoes that I own. Shoes which have been called “cult”, like Charles Manson on my feet, my Zoe boots by Sam Edelman*.
Yes, the heel is approximately 7 feet tall. Or 6 inches. Either way, they make me Tall with a capital T. But they also have a substantial platform under the ball of your foot so in reality the incline is more like 3-4 inches. Much more manageable (or is that just me?).
Today was the first day I wore them outside of Park Place and I wore them from 6:30am until about 5:45pm. From the time we left the house until the time we got home again and that, in my mind, is the test of a good high heel. I do not like being the girl who wears flats to the office, changes into heels, changes back into flats for lunch, then back to heels until it’s time to put flats back on and slog home. But of course, I am that kind of girl (just not every day) and my wardrobe at work has 3 pairs of shoes in it. My SEZs are now among the hallowed few heels which I do NOT leave at the office.
BUT! I must mention that I spent about half an hour before the end of the day rushing about the complex at work and? they hurt. Not a lot, and much less than you would expect from such high heels, but they did hurt. So I wouldn’t wear them if I knew I was going to be rushing and dashing and schlepping about.
Also? the front of the heel is a little rocking-horse-y which was very disconcerting until I got used to it. Beware, beware.
They run a little big, and the leather does not breathe so by the end of the day my feet were slipping around inside a little too much for my liking, but I think these will just be winter heels and with stockings and a proper insole they will be fine.
My ‘review’ – if you can call it that (and I am) – is that … I love them. They make me feel 10 feet tall (or 5″6) and are comfortable enough to be an ordinary-day-at-work kind of shoe, only they look totally hot while doing it. Eight out of ten!
Plus. They look really good with skinny jeans. And they make me very (for me) tall.
* incidentally? I was wearing my Jeffrey Campbell Potion boots the other day and young, very rough looking builder type bloke stopped to tell me they were awesome. Jeffrey Campbell Potion: Approved by Builders in New Zealand.
I slipped and fell on some rotten fruit on the ground in Petone Pak n Save. It hurt. A lot. But mainly I was worried about my camera so I took a test shot.
It occurred to me that despite there being a lot of Pak n Save workers around, not one person other than Craig checked that I was okay.
A not so nice day. Craig was due to skydive at 11am (his christmas present!) but it was delayed until midday, then until 2pm. But the clouds didn’t part. The last time he even got into his jumpsuit (pictured) but still no dice.
We will reschedule. And pray for clear skies.
Also? I’m wearing a sweatshirt purchased (I forgot that it might be chilly during the day in Taupo) in the Child section of a large department store. Craig was very amused.
But it was half the price and with a greater discount than the grown up clothes. There are benefits to being diminutive.