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A Black Day for a White Shoe

A Black Day for a White Shoe

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As you must have realized by now, we Austrians love traditions, no matter how weird they might seem. Mainly they are all an excuse to gather, eat, drink, chitchat and spend as much time together as possible (but hey: that's all part of the "celebrate the moment" tradition, which I invented anyway - aka am first member with gold card). Somehow (after all the eating and drinking and chitchatting hours around Xmas) there's an event which completely snuck into my schedule of shining everyday during this year in heels though: our annual hike through the local moor.

Yeah well, I can find some aspects to appreciate: friends, kids, torches and Glühwein in tow we will wait till night (my favorite time of day) to dare on our big trip into the dark, wild and black moor. And if you don't feel like an extra in "Lord of the Rings" by now: I definitely do. There is simply no way to look stylish while breaking frozen puddles of mud, and my attempt to somehow look at least a little fancy is failing awfully (as it does every year).

Just ruined my Escada fake fur boots for good, and well: shall we go back to just gathering, eating, drinking and chitchatting again?

xxx

Today's shoes were *sigh* Escada
P.S.: Never-mention-moor-and-white-boots-in-one-sentence-ever-again-please ----- will you?

Anniversary ♥

Anniversary

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Six years ago I came to the Netherlands to show my portfolio around (it was pure coincidence that Amsterdam was first on my international list, guess cheap ticket equals more shoes....) and bumped into this guy with huge sideburns and glasses. Our first (heated) conversation was about Rammstein and when he insisted on bringing me home I thought: "Dear god, please don't let this be a cheap excuse to get invited in for some coffee (aka try to steal some kisses). I remember the outfit AND the heels I was wearing that night, plus that he simply didn't. Try. Anything. At. All.

Which left me (obviously) with only one thought: WHAT THE HEEL IS WRONG? Well. To make a long story short, we did kiss at one point and three months later I found myself moving a truck filled with heels from Austria to Amsterdam to live with the most extraordinary man I'd ever met. Guess circumstances totally justify some cheesiness:

I loved you then
I love you still
I always have
I always will.

Silly fool who thinks I'm referring to my (nonetheless lovely) Escada boots.
Happy anniversary love! ♥

xxx

Today's shoes are Escada