Sam Edelman

Letters from London

Letters from London

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Boyfriend was invited to DJ in the royal city of (brit) pop and of course the cheeky girlfriend (me) was eager to pop by too to swing some bootie and heels.

I hadn't been in London for over 15 years (I suppose shopping British designers online doesn't count as a proper “visit”...) so I was eager to see how the city has changed. To be safe for all occasions (high tea to high street), I packed five pairs of heels for three days: you simply never know when the Queen might call and you have to drop by to say hi.

Luckily she didn’t because I was way too busy squeezing in that audience at Selfridges, Shoreditch Vintage heaven, the spectacular collaboration of United Nude with 3D wizard Janne Kyttanen at Regent Street, write some postcards to my mom and not to forget: play groupie for my man.

For sure one thing hasn't changed throughout all the years: seeing the sun rise on the way home from the latest club, plus the urgent feeling to come back very VERY soon to this stunning city.

London, I love you!

Today’s shoes are Sam Edelman | Fersengold | Mango
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I Know What You Did Last Weekend

I Know What You Did Last Weekend

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Have been talking about that camera team that is coming to film for
months, and months is exactly how long I had to take get everything in shape (talking about the house, the shoes are shined and pretty as always). Well, somehow it seems that in my world redecorating very much resembles that bikini-figure-thingie I go through every year. You know you have to start in advance to really show off some results and somehow - miraculously - never make it in time. *sigh*

Spent the last 48 hours in full (paint proof) body condom to turn chambers (aka lovingly neglected mess) into sophisticated "Elle Decor" worthy photogenic sceneries, so am urgently in need of some glamour. Couldn't resist throwing on an evening gown and slipping on some cuties inbetween paint and chaos to cheer myself up, while realizing that not only will the home makeover not be finished in time, my very own beauty makeover (aka working girl turning model) very probably won't be either.

So now you know what I did last weekend - at least I got high on something else than heels for a change. Paint fumes that is. Bring on that filming crew.

xxx

Today's shoes are Sam Edelman

Happy ending

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Today is the day: boyfriend’s coming home! Being the romantic sucker that I am, I have pictured the moment we will fall into each others arms a 1000 times. I will look flawless in my new Elle Macpherson (barely there) intimates, wearing nothing else but my new shoes and a bottle of fine champagne. As I open the door, I will look irresistibly mysterious, whispering (as I give him THE look): “Welcome home baby.”

Hm. That was before I realized how much of a “Zombie” I have been the past week.

Zombies tend to not do laundry, neither do they care if the fridge is full (well, you have seen it), nor if the dishes are done.

Living only by night, they also don’t see (or care about) the dust flocking together happily in every corner. And they definitely don’t touch a vacuum cleaner.

From “freak” week and Zombie nights, I have now entered “panic woman”-mode, sweating to get at least a little bit done (note to self: Macpherson undies are a great cleaning outfit!).

Turns out boyfriend returns as a Zombie too (27 hours DJ-ing in total have taken their toll as well…), and you only need 4 square meters to create a floating island in all the chaos. (No, no lingerie or shoes needed! :-) Imperfection rules, happy ending after all.
Now if you will politely excuse us… we need to…….. sleep.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Sam Edelman

Enduring love

Enduring love

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I have this thing: if I f run into something and decide to like it, I stick to it truthfully until the very end. This includes people, various artists, writers, perfume ( I still regret that Jil Sander stopped “Woman Two”), television series, and cottage cheese, excluding music (I just say 90ties), fashion (that would be for the 80ties then) and tax accountant’s.

And it does count for shoes. Of course. Once a pair got my attention or I tried it on, felt the leather, the fit, twirled with them in front the mirror… I just know it. It’s meant to be. And it’ s way too late to be rational: I am in love.

So what do people do if they feel a certain attraction? Exactly. Try to be as close to the object of desire as possible. For shoes that would mean to buy them. Which I do not do every time immediately (yeah, I know: stupid).

Like in every new fragile relation you are hesitant, insecure and think that you probably might come across something better. Ha! (again: STUPID!)

So the little cuties today: I met them in Los Angeles last year. In a small boutique. The sun was shining and the sales person was looking desperately for her commission. I  can’t remember a word she was saying: all I saw were the spikes, the shape, the cut… I admit, I was not loyal and bought a lot of other shoes instead, but I never forgot this special pair.

I googled the brand, and was confident that one day, ONE DAY we would meet again, and would live happily ever after.

Well, that’s the theory. Reality is that they are SOLD OUT everywhere. (You gals have taste!). But I can’t forget them, so here’s a call to all of you out there:

If you have seen those lovely booties somewhere in the wild:
please give me a call. I will take them dead or alive.

xxx

P.S.: Todays shoes are Sam Edelman