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One pair of missing Jimmys and a real Cinderella story

One pair of missing Jimmys and a real Cinderella story

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As we do every year, friends and I (aka a couple of heels) gathered to watch the Eurovision Songcontest, and gosh! This year's show was killing me! Originally from Austria but living in the Netherlands for such a long time now, watching the race between Austria’s Wurst-Princess and Dutch Ilse de Lange (in Claes Iversen and Jimmy Choo) was a nail-biting experience and the result almost blew me out of my own heels while bouncing through the living room in total delight.

It’s not only that Austria won. It’s the statement that won; about being bullied forever for being different and actually being an outcast but not being afraid to keep on going and believing. What a pleasure to see there was support for this statement throughout Europe, and how lovely to prove all disbelievers and negative thinkers wrong. Happy ending!

And Ilse! I think the only thing worse than coming second is that someone stole your Jimmys before the show (myself a firm believer that the right heel is always a lucky charm). But let’s toast to heels, great performances, being a tad different than everybody else, and always, ALWAYS believing in yourself whatever the odds. Tomorrow I will grow a beard.

xxx

Today’s shoes are not Jimmy Choo but glittery as such.
It's just only today that I found out that actually a friend of mine wrote the winning song.
A double win! Congratulations Conchita and Ali!

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Homecoming Queen

Homecoming Queen

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Have never understood those ladies who return home from a week of vacation sighing, tapping their bellies and swearing they will immediately start a diet / sign up for Pilates / go cold turkey and resist the temptation of alcohol FOREVER. Not me, I am a woman in control. Or was..

Italy (always a dear and reliable fashion friend - aka: do NOT eat if you want to fit into this AMAZING Prada shift skirt size 38 (for the record: that’s a French 36 and a regular 34)) seems to have become a bit of a frenemy this time and hanging with (very hungry) friends and irresistable food-tation didn’t help much either.

Might not fit my glitter pumps anymore due to over consumption of Prosciutto, Pecorino, Pasta, Salsiccia, Montepulciano, Cantuccini and Limoncello.

Maybe it’s a good thing that good times always fly so fast, and that a week only has seven days.
Packing my magic suitcase to return home am actually afraid I might pay for overweight AGAIN. Not for my luggage, no: for myself.
Will sign up for Pilates first thing when I get back home.
xxx

Today’s shoes are La Strada
P.S.: I had the time of my life! Where are my antipasti!

Factory Girl

Factory Girl

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Am a sucker for inspirational things and have the ability to blend into environments and take on a character I adore. It’s so bad that even when I’m watching a film I totally want to become the heroine (outfit, haircut and personalitiy change included), or aspire to life in another century (princes, dragons and crinolines are welcome).

Madonna was one of my first inspirational instigators: am still suffering under the weight of pearls, black crosses and the perm I wore (almost an intervertebral disc ).
And after meeting Lisbeth Salander from The Girl with the Dragoon Tattoo, I seriously considered a piercing and totally giving up collecting heels and hacking computers instead.

Entering Tim’s studio (photographer-to-be-the-one) today changes everything though. Am totally inspired by the creativity and the flamboyant chaos (aka utter artistic vibe) and am almost hyperventilating between canvases, paint, photographs and cameras (ok, might very well blame Champagne too… :-))
It’s so cool, I immediately want to become a muse: be wild, complex, unpredictable, fragile and complicated at the same time, therefor utterly inspiring and irresistable. Edie Sedgwick (aka Factory girl) will totally do as a role model.

Curious whether I’ll manage to persuade Tim to wear black framed glasses and a wig..
Stay tuned.

xxx

Today’s shoes are La Strada

Love Affair

Love Affair

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Oh love affair. *Sigh* Beautiful, beautiful dangerous thing.

How tempting it is to give in and forget all rules, to just let go and follow the luring call of uninhibited pleasure and ego celebration as if there were no tomorrow.

Seductive butterflies in the stomach, flying punch drunk, causing a twirl in highly sensitive belly.
No need to eat or sleep, feeling light as a feather and enlightened like Edison (or whoever the guy was who invented the light bulb and made everything look bright).
Want to jump and dance and won’t even feel the pain in ridiculously high heels (am convinced more affairs in this world would completely kill entire “PartyFeet” production).

Oh my god, need champagne.

100% sure everybody can see the glow in my eyes and read the smile on my face as it’s so obvious: am having an utter crush and an absolutely unabandonded liasion with a French city. Hello Cannes, let’s make love!

xxx

Today’s shoes are La Strada

Trend fever: Flowers

Trend fever: Flowers

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There are a couple of themes in fashion which come back every year.
For winter that would be the continuous reinterpretation of black, grey and off white,
and for summer something that, unsurprisingly, makes us ladies cheerful (especially when it comes from Fleurop and carries a card): flowers.

Since the runway is going crazy with floral elements (I reckon the designers either spent a night locked in at a botanic garden or got high on some “floral ingredients” themselves), my inspiration for today will be the absolutely stunning Blumarine Flower on Spandex Sandal.
As I can only afford a 50 EUR dent in my Louis Vuitton Limited Edition Cherry Blossom Wallet, I head to another bitches-on-a-budget-paradise: the Jan Evertsenstraat (my favorite when it comes to redeeming lottery wins for plants anyway ;-).
And yeah: apparently this is not only the place to stock up for your balcony, but your shoe closet as well. I find a great pair which satisfies my floral hunger, and the best thing: I won’t have to cut them, water them or see them withered after a couple of days.

So guys, listen up: next time you think about pleasing your lady with a huge bouquet (isn’t it about time???), consider the options, and head to a shoe dealer instead: we also love our gifts in a box instead of cellophane.
Regardless of season.
Just saying.

xxx

P.S.: Today’s shoes are La Strada