The Latest Addition To My Family…
They’re twins. I think I’ll call them Francesca and Paola. Because they are so obviously Italian.
Here’s hoping that they won’t end up giving me blisters!
Like My Senile Aunt Mavis
I woke up yesterday morning exhausted. Sleep taunted me all night…dancing around my head all evening and just as I began to fall into my REM cycle, it would pull away, snapping me out of any dream I had been having. So, when I woke up, I was clearly not in my right mind. I went about my morning, showering, drying my hair, makeup, getting dressed. And I chose these shoes:
These may not have been the smartest shoe choice considering I had 3 hours of sleep the night before. But I braved them anyway, take each step carefully, reminding myself to walk heel to toe. Heel, toe; heel toe, heel toe….because if you haven’t noticed, when you walk in really big heels, you tend to forget to walk normally and start compensating, walking toe to heel. And that, my friends, is when you end up looking like a 14 year old wearing her mother’s heels for the first time. This lesson has been brought to you by Colleen…please, don’t hesitate to take notes.
I was so concerned with walking correctly and putting the rest of my outfit together that I failed to notice one small detail:
That I put on two different socks. I’m a fashion failure.
And please ignore my stout ankles…it doesn’t matter how much I work out. Those tree stump ankles will NEVER disappear.
Water, Water Everywhere…But Not A Drop To Drink
(Conversation several weeks ago while window shopping with Emily)
Me: I want these.
Emily: I think they’re on sale.
Me: I know. I can’t afford them.
Emily: You don’t even know how much they are.
Me: Doesn’t matter…I still can’t afford them.
Young Designer’s Market
I was taking my normal weekend stroll around the West Village with my boyfriend a few weeks ago, when I noticed a brightly colored and aesthetically pleasing sign on Hudson St (between Christopher St and Grove St).
The sign read: Young Designers Market. Two things popped into my mind at that moment; one – “Oh my god, what an amazing place to buy something else that I can’t afford and have no room for,” and two – the episode of Sex and the City where Carrie meets Aiden at the furniture showroom.
It’s unfortunate that I already have a boyfriend…what a wonderful introductory relationship story that would make! “Our eyes met from across the room, me holding a vintage pair of strappy sandals. He strolls over to me, runs his hand along the buckle and in a sexy Italian accent states, ‘I bought the leather for zese shooze using ze money I made from my vineyard een Sardinia.’ I sighed, grabbing my boyfriend’s hand and dragged him into the cool air conditioning of the marketplace. I made a mental note to mention that I was a writer in the case that they may give me a discount. (Yes, just like Carrie claimed to be a designer to get the furniture discount from Aiden. Only, I wasn’t lying.)
This market was absolutely wonderful! It was filled mostly with jewelry designers and artists specializing in silkscreen. I was thoroughly impressed with the talent there. Among the many jewelry stands, there was also a vintage clothing designer, a shoe collector (as pictured), and a hat maker.
This image of one of the shoe racks was pretty much like walking into my own version of heaven. Only, these types of flats KILL my feet way more than any heels I own. Something about my high arch…I don’t know.
I highly recommend checking the Young Designers Market out if you are in the downtown neighborhood. It is free to the public every Saturday and Sunday from 11am – 7pm on 268 Mulberry Street (Between Prince and Houston) and also every Saturday from 12pm – 7pm at 490 Hudson St. For more information, please visit: http://www.themarketnyc.com/