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Hello, I would like these Prada Rectangular Cat Eye Sunglasses.

I would also like these Dior Rounded Cat Eye Sunglasses.

Thanks!

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There are over two hundred comments on the photo above on The Sartorialist. Usually when a picture receives an extraordinary amount of comments it's for an extraordinary shot, outfit, person, or all of the above. Some may disagree with me, but I don't think this shot is really anything that special. It's about the shoes. The shoes are the hoopla.


Dansko. Sigh. Several commenters love their clogged comfort. Several say "wait until you try them on!" But for me there is absolutely nothing this shoe can do to redeem its ugly factor. Ugly is the main adjective to describe these shoes and dominates any positive qualities the shoe may have. I understand if you must wear them for work - nursing, serving, occupations where you are forced to be on your feet all day and where style plays no part. But even if I were in one of these positions (and I have been in positions where I've been forced to be on my feet for entire shifts), I would have a very difficult time buying these. If I need comfort, a simple ballet flat will do. If I need even more comfort, I'll stick one of those Dr. Scholls inserts in them. These Danskos are rugged, wide, unfeminine, and fulfill a non-hetero stereotype for women.

I'm sure this is a lovely gal dressed in APC with sore and tired feet. But I cannot condone such unattractive footwear. I guess if anything, they're better than Crocs.

the story with no ending

The whole slew blossomed beautifully,
And I was beside myself
So I gave into your love
As you rapturously commanded
And this is like I have always dreamed:
Cobblestone and dusty feet
That's the way it should always be
Head over heels and deftly
Wonderful and healthy

Not my usual materialistic post. It rained all weekend and will continue to until at least Wednesday. I wish it would rain right through Christmas. It's not snow, but it's the closest weather I can get to a somewhat wintery Christmas.

Journals

Once upon a time, I used to write in journals. My first ones were Sanrio with big plastic locks that were easily picked with Bic pen caps. These were called diaries (is there a difference? Does a lock define a diary, and a simple open book with pages dictate a journal?). In my tweens, basic black and white Composition books housed my teeny bopper thoughts. In my teens, I had a brown one with books on the front from Costco. And then when I was 17, I had a basic black one from Barnes & Noble that I used for school, and filled up maybe 20 pages at most. Then, for some unknown reason, I stopped.

I guess I can think of possible reasons. When I was 17 or 18, I went through the old Composition book journal and the brown book one. It was embarrassing. How could I have thought those thoughts and written the way I did? They were both instantly thrown in the dumpster outside. I couldn't risk the chance of someone finding them and reading such embarrassing thoughts. There were some very angry entries with large spiky writing and lots of profanity and others debating about what to wear on picture day. Remember picture day? I had completely forgotten that even existed.

Around the time I gave up journals was also the time my friends and I decided to write in Xanga. I used this as a substitute to a tangible journal, and since then, never went back. I went through all of college and my early twenties without writing out of any of my real thoughts and feelings. How did I do it? I think boyfriends became the journals, and had they known they were the alternative, would have bought me a journal immediately.

So I've decided to journal again. Not blogs. Nothing online. Good, old fashioned journals. Pen and paper. Growing up, I found it very therapeutic. It's been at least a good seven years since I've last written in journal. I think I need it. As I've said before, a lot has died in me in the past seven years. Maybe journaling will bring these things back to life.

I would love a pretty one such as the Prospero Journal pictured above, but are my thoughts at twenty-five worthy of such an elaborate looking book? Will I read this at 35 and chuck it in the dumpster as I did at 18? Or are my musings more sophisticated now?

Karmenaf

I won't deny it. My taste in footwear is a bit traditional and girlish. I lean towards modernized classic shapes and styles. I'm not the edgiest when it comes to what goes on my feet, but how can anyone resist such a pretty, feminine pump?

Belle Fleur

I have the next two weeks to myself. I'm looking forward to it. I've been meaning to sit down with my thoughts and really clear my mind, but I always end up falling asleep. I'm also going to be unemployed starting January 7th, so I'll have some serious time to sort things out. Maybe I can revive that thing that died in me a few years ago.

On a lighter note, I went to the Monique Lhuillier sample sale this weekend with my sister. The line was 3 hours long, hot and sweaty, and we left with nothing. I DID try on this "Belle Fleur" gown above, though. It looked much better in real life, and made me feel like some fairy princess who lives in the forest. I would like it to wear around the house or to sit on the couch and eat ice cream. I wouldn't even mind R Kell's football watching if I were able to watch in this gown!

Watching Forever

This is why events unnerve me...

Back in college, I was so excited to see Marie Antoinette. I was enthralled by the images of elaborate pastel colored gowns, Laduree macaroons, and New Order's "Ceremony". Silly me, I was more wowed by the way the movie "looked" than the actual story. To my dismay, the movie lacked depth. It was just looks, and not much else. Despite its lacking story, I still found the costume and the way it was filmed absolutely breathtaking.



After watching the video above, I almost want to give the film as a whole a second chance. Great style and music has that effect on me.

... and I also love that Marie Antoinette had a pug.

(title of post comes from the song "Ceremony")

Current Favorites

There are certain styles I will be forever keen on, and there are other trendier ones that come and go. I don't know if these are as transient as I think they may be, but these are the trends/items I've been gravitating towards lately:

Furriness. Faux or vintage (I heard it doesn't count if it's vintage?), I want them in coats and jackets the most. I already have a couple, but would like more - like this one.


Beaded everything. Shirts, dresses, bags, all of it. Topshop and Kate Moss's Topshop has some great beaded dresses. I love the weight and the glamour factor of them.


Rachel Zoe-esque goddess gowns. Not so much the red carpet style, but the more casual. I got one at the Geren Ford sale and am waiting to find the perfect necklace for it. You can't see it very well, but I would give my kidney for the Fendi gown Rachel wears in the In Style article below. And the vintage Lanvin pendant Kiera Knightley has on.


Denim shirts. I've been very inspired by past Chloe runways, and I'm loving the khaki and denim combination. Also enjoy denim shirts with black, or used as a cardigan or cover-up.


Chunky heeled platforms. I read somewhere once in an interview that some fashiony person wished that platforms would go away. Why?? I dread the day! I'm not into feeling every pebble on the ground and hobbling around in pain in non-platforms. And they are great with all sorts of socks.



And big chunky rings. Because I think my hands are not the prettiest and most feminine (I have pinky issues and calluses from writing), I've never been a big ring wearer until recently. Not sure what happened, but now I want tons of big fat obnoxious rings.


This all of course, in addition to every other silly thing I'm always wanting.

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