My kind of shoe

Black leather, cutouts, and a spike heel.

Hipsta

Testing one of the Hipstamatic settings today in my car as boyfriend went into some vitamin store. I used the Helga Viking "lens" and the Float film.

Please note that my armpits are not hairy, but the frame of the photo kind of gives it that illusion.

A little personal

This is a little off the typical fashion post and a little more personal. I debated on whether to post this on here or not, but not many people read my blog so what the hey. I'll put myself out there.

So recently and for quite a while now actually, I've found myself in a rut. I'm currently in a career that may be great for others, but is definitely not the one for me. I know what I want, but am finding it very difficult without the proper schooling or experience. Unlike others who can do this with financial support from family, I can't just easily give up my current job and do something unpaid or go back to school. I am responsible for my bills and buy everything I own, so working while receiving $0 is not an option. My resume doesn't show my desire to work in a different industry because I haven't really been given the opportunity, and I can't just write something like "I love fashion I want to work in it so much". Most of my fashion experience and knowledge is unprofessional. It comes from way back when, way before I knew that this love could be something that paid for my life, when all I knew was that I liked to dress my dolls and make them pretty.

I wasn't one of those girls who watched The Devil Wears Prada and decided then that fashion was what I wanted to do. Because I am a girl who loves fashion, I was of course glamourized by the images of Anne Hatheway's makeover and the Paris scene with U2's "City of Blinding Lights" playing in the background, but it wasn't anything new to me. I've loved it for as long as I can remember, but was unaware of the career possibilities. I was on a path to get the basic general education necessary to get a "good enough" type of job after college, but really without a focus. When I was going to a 4-year university, did I know what I was going for? No, I just knew I had to go in order to get a job later. I have the job now, but does it satisfy me? Do I wake up excited to go to work? Sometimes I wish I were one of those people who are content in any job they have. Unfortunately for me, I need to be passionate about what I do in order to be happy.

So that is my current conundrum. What to do? I need to find a way, and as my precious boyfriend always reminds me, I'm only getting older (but he does it in a helpful motivating way, not like a "gross, you're getting too old kind of way"). I know I could do a great job if given the chance, and I'd work my ass off, but how do I do that? I just need the opportunity. And winning the lotto or randomly finding a great amount of money wouldn't hurt either. ;)

Revealed

I've posted this blog on my Facebook profile. There goes Mad Dogg's secrecy.

Fashion Pug

Piggie modeling her Chinese-girl outfit. Pink brings out Piggie's best features.

Lots of foot photos

You know I have I don't know, over 60-ish (?) pairs of shoes, and I never ever wear them? I live in my Repetto flats and Frye boots. I'm not one of those girls who constantly proclaims to the world that she was born in heels and will die in them. I appreciate and admire all (most) styles of shoes. When I get a new pair, I'm always so afraid of stepping in something gross, or getting them scuffed, or dirty, or whatever. I'm trying to get over this irrational crazy fear, and that's partially why the last few posts have been photos of my feet. Today I'm wearing my Cynthia Vincent for Target multicolor wedges. They're so light and comfortable, you forget you're wearing shoes. Wedges tend to be heavy and clunky, but these are perfect. They're a little wild and eccentric, but I pair them with simpler outfits and everything works. Sometimes my daily work outfits are so plain that a little crazy is necessary.

Chanel Gold Lame on my toes.

Melissa T-Strap Wedges

Can you tell my shoes are rubber? Nice faux patent look all courtesy of a semi-sweet smelling rubber/vinyl. I've read some mixed reviews about these online, some saying they're cartoonish, weird-looking, etc. But no matter to me, I heart them. I wonder if I could wear them to beachy settings in the summer? Sand and water would wash right off of these.

Thanks to Gilt for the sweet $50 deal.

Fancy Feet

It isn't often (and even less, recently) that I decide to wear something to work that is a little more than boring.

I've been a little too bored lately though, so today I whipped out my nice and cheap floral platforms.

Fancy feet never fail to make my day a little more special.

What I want to do right now

Is run away.

This is Chanel?

I very much enjoyed the cruise show in St. Tropez (like the gingham bikinis) but I had to pause and ponder at this look. What happened? It looks like something a girl would wear thinking it looked "sexy" because it combined a mini skirt and tall boots. But the wash of the skirt is so light and hits Crystal Renn right at the biggest part of her thigh. It looks like something you'd purchase at Charlotte Russe at age 16. The light color of the denim pairs poorly with the magenta sweater, and the boots I don't understand. It looks sloppy and her hair doesn't help either. Couldn't they have put Crystal Renn in something that was more flattering to her famous curvy figure? What happened, sir Karl?

Remember Now

Parts 1 and 2 of Remember Now by Mr. Karl Lagerfeld. The short film stars Leigh Lezark, Abbey Lee, Karolina Kurkova, Baptiste Giabiconi, Heidi Mount, Freja, Elisa Sednaoui, Pascal Greggory, Magdalena F, and others. I don't totally love it, but I respect it. I feel parts of it are kind of cheesy, like what appears to be cracked-out dancing scenes. I do love Magdalena's giant hair though.

Sorry...

I know I've been lagging on posts that actually contain words. I'm working on it. Recently I've only had time to post photos and listen to Fleetwood Mac's "Dream" on repeat.

Chanello

There's more where that came from.

Puggish

A Japanese pug-mix taken by the Sart.

I love this