Shoetation | Edda Loves Heels

14 september 2012

edda

Family Dinner

“I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse”! The famous quote from “The Godfather” has popped into my mind quite frequently this week.
Except you’d have to replace the “him” with a “her” (aka me) and the offer I can’t refuse has more to do with Aperol Spritz and prosciutto con melone at an indecent hour (read: right after breakfast) rather than money.

My family is not from the Mafia, but with Ton as our “Padre” it very much feels like a Sicilian Clan when we gather every evening at our huge wooden table that bends under the load of delicious food, juicy fruits and heavenly wine. And just like in the movies, the discussions are loud, lively, with lots of gestures and “i” endings (schnabuletti! wini! enjoy-i!) as you can’t help but develop a kind of Italian-Tourette being here (for the record: Prada will never be pronounced Prad-i).

Well, I guess there’s nothing left to say but (to use another “family” quote): “Leave the gun. Take the cannoli!”
Good appetit-i and PROST-I!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Gianni Marra
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13 september 2012

edda

BEBE, Shoetation

Casa Vieri

Weather gods are a bit grumpy with us (we probably partied too loud/hard/long yesterday) and decided to punish us with some water. From above that is.
So we have switched from bikinis to jumpers (well, who wants to see how tanned we are anyway, summer is sooo last season) and have some time to enjoy the beautiful Casa Vieri we are staying in. It's a dream: old bricks, tiny wooden windows and old stone floors.
The kitchen is huge, with a wooden table large enough to seat an army, and sausages and herbs hanging from the dark wooden ceiling. Down the hall there are a TV-lounge and lovely living room-chill area (with open fireplace!). The bedrooms are tucked under the roof, four-poster beds everywhere: really romantic!

Feel like a princess in a castle (and as we know, every princess needs to own at least one pair of golden heels), as I snuggle up in one of the huge velvet fauteuils in front of an even huger fireplace: the library. So cosy! Found the bible and an old edition of "War and Peace". Couldn't decide which to read first, so am reading my own version of the bible (even heavier than Tolstoy's masterpiece): the September issue of Vogue.

Purr Purr, will never leave again.

xxx

Today's shoes are BEBE

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12 september 2012

edda

Fersengold, Shoetation

Fifteen love

Woke up this morning to a guttural grunt, followed by a regular "pop" sound and the odd squeak. No, that's not the first bottle of wine be opened (and the pleasure that accompanies it). The guys are playing Wimbledon again.
Being blessed with our own tennis court and "Schöner Mann" as a personal trainer, I decide it's time for my first training session. After all, someone has to get rid of all the calories consumed during the past days (although a full week of boot camp would probably be more appropriate), and since I have Shoetation sports gear (aka high "tennis" heels) at my disposal: am ready to rumble.

I know little more about tennis than that the dresscode is a white mini skirt short enough to almost see to "Timbuktu", and that someone keeps on shouting "fifty love". Well, LOVE I can do! Am white tennis goddess and the next Steffi Graf. But *gosh* who knew that you have to run so fast, and that your arm almost falls off after two backhands? A couple of miserable cross courts later I want to "Grand Slam" my racket (very Mc Enroe style) in the corner.

Next time will play Wimbledon my style: eating strawberries with whipped cream that is.

xxx

Today's shoes are (hahahaaaa, how appropriate): Fersengold

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11 september 2012

edda

Shoetation

Block Party

Pretty sure that all my smart readers figured by now that being tucked away with 10 friends somewhere warm in Italy can only be described as one big celebration. It's like 24 hour party people, but than the holiday version (aka sleeping longer, taking everything a tick slower and the dress code is not glitter and high heels only (wedges are permitted too). The party regime is quite demanding though.

Breakfast Club in the morning, attended by those who left the after of the afterparty earlier the night before and care about a huge pan of scrambled eggs. Pre pool party is next: dress code "maritime" (bikini and stripes to match sun beds), main accessoires sunblocker and books.

We also have lunch party (personal chef never let's us down), cocktail party (starting at 2pm), the real pool party (clacking of ice blocks as more cocktails are served mixed with the splashing noise of people jumping into crystal clear water), before the evening events start.

What an effort to jump from wedges to high heels (which the ladies surely all wear) for dinner party (guys in smoking obviously) followed by clubbing until....well: someone is ready to scramble a huge pan of eggs. Phew.

Might need a holiday after this holiday.

xxx

Today's shoes are BEBE
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10 september 2012

edda

Shoetation, Steve Madden

All that Work!

God, vacation is tough.You work all year only to take one week off, during which you find yourself working some more.. Phew.
And I’m not talking 9 to 5 either. It starts early in the morning, juggling fresh Italian bread (crispy crusts are so hard to cut!) with Nutella and coffee (all the work that goes into whisking the milk for cappuccino: gosh!), and doesn’t seem to end all day.

I mean someone has to cut the oranges for the first round of Campari Orange (and make sure that the ice cubes are frozen in time), open all these bottles of wines and turn the pages of the Vogue September Issue (916 pages, I’m feeling a “Tennis arm” coming on and haven’t even set foot on the tennis court - which of course we have - yet).

And the gardening! Jeez, yes your own garden of fresh mint, thyme, basil, lavender (we need all those for the BBQs and sorbets of course) also needs to be tended too. Luckily I’m here with a great team, all working and enjoying ourselves together... suppose I could get used to this kind of life. Even it’s really, REALLY hard.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Steve Madden

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9 september 2012

edda

Shoetation

A Suitcase Full of Shoetation

Wohooooo! After a five hour drive up and through the hills between Tuscany and Umbria (note to self: don’t drive off-road with a Fiat 500), we really couldn’t be more rewarded when finally reaching our destination. 10 friends, one week of vacation and an old cottage nicely tucked on the sunny side of a hill, surrounded by olive gardens, old brick houses and bushes of rosemary the same height as me.
HEAVEN!

In all my enthusiasm I almost forget to open the “magic suitcase” I brought. Literally a suitcase filled with “Shoetation”: sponsored and sent by a lovely shop in Vienna (going by the same name), the owner of which, Mr. Lex, couldn’t be more enthusiastic about heels than I am.

And now here they are, having travelled 2.770 kilometers, all shiny and ready to be worn for, well.... my pleasure, the amusement of my friends here (who are already picturing me hobbling on pebble between rosmary and basil): and you my lovely readers to....tadaaaaa order them all!

Make (heel) Mamma proud!

xxx

Today’s shoes are Shoetation