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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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Weekend!

Weekend!

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Have been working like a maniac this week and almost fell asleep between attempts to decorate house (note: Christmas baubles are not very comfortable to lie on) and computer (another note: keyboards are not either). Am already quite certain there won't be enough days in the weekend to recover (or squeeze the work in which still needs to be done). And did I mention that I have scored zero Christmas presents so far (so I'll be one of the billion people downtown tomorrow morning), and am just adding "to do's" to my lists rather than scratching them off.
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Don't know why time is running so fast towards the end of the year now. Am very tempted to hand it over some of my most-impossible-to-run-in-heels, just to slow it down a little, but afraid this won't help. Only advice I have left to slow things down and stretch the moment a little: pick some good friends (read extraordinary heels), pop a good bottle, surround yourself with laughter, joy and people you love and celebrate the "it's almost Monday" blues away. Girls wanna have fun too. Have a very good weekend everyone. Cheers!

xxx

Today's shoes are Moschino

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Where is my Mojo?

Where is my Mojo?

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Full of energy I should be, ready to dive back into reality (unpack suitcase, run the washing machine, hit work with enthusiasm). Plus I should be over the moon with excitement to once again enjoy the comforts of civilisation: a properly working internet connection for example: not staring at the latest fashion and gossip news with the pictures taking an hour to load.

Reality bites. Here I am, still in my PJ's with a snotty nose (the usual too much "air conditioning" - still sporting holiday halter-necks), totally lacking energy. Can't find anything to wear, nor am I in the mood to get dressed (and that after having studied all A/W collections for a week, longing to jump into the new luring fashion items).

Maybe I'm suffering from a "post-beautiful-vacation-countryside-oh-it-was-so-peaceful" trauma. At least found my Moschino heels I've been missing for quite some time. Spirit is still missing though. So if anyone comes across my Mojo: please return to the usual adress.

xxx

Today's shoes are Moschino

Welcome to the country side

Welcome to the countryside!

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Am überstylish high heel princess inhaling Hollywood gossip for breakfast, studying Yayoi Kusama's polka dots as if they were the latest NASA report from Mars (well, a universe on a Louis Vuitton handbag is at least as interesting as dull pictures from another planet), and my idea of "the country side" only includes a) a fancy party / wedding / other cool occasion where I have to wear heels, b) a car, carriage or helicopter (to get there AND away quickly and in style), c) if both not available: a lot of alcohol.

After three days of staying with my sister’s family, tucked in the corner of Bavaria (no carriage anywhere near) my brain has obviously turned from Gabbana to Banana and from tense to mellow. Now obey "Schweinebraten" instead of Hollywood, and wonder just how this could have happened?

Am sitting in an apple tree to harvest some fruit which will (with the help of a nine year old) be turned into some golden brown deliciously smelling apple pie. Of course served with whipped cream. Calories, which? Moschino, who? Welcome to the country side, am loving it.

xxx

Today's shoes are Avantgarde

The sexy neighbor

The sexy neighbor

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Speaking of fantasizing…

While getting balcony ready for the new season with fresh lottery “goodies” (it really looks very spring 2012 now), I couldn’t help but notice that “sexy neighbor” (opposite balcony, 2nd floor) has apparently disappeared.

I was already feeling a bit of a “Desperate Housewife” looking out for him  
(no dirty thoughts at this point please, I am a lady, and we just shared some friendly greetings every now and then).
But you have to understand: he likes to smoke cigarettes topless in the morning, and he has this Cornetto figure, muscles fully worked out, six pack, and all.
Not that I was actively out to catch a glimpse of his golden (shaved) torso (morning sun playing with the shadow of his perfect biceps), what do you think….
just happened to find myself hidden behind the curtains to *ach*…just marvel at his perfectness from a distance (totally “Wisteria Lane”).

Having missed out on him the whole winter (well, it wouldn’t have made much sense to see him sporting a woolen jumper anyway), I didn’t think of him until yesterday.

Today, just when I had accepted the fact that my eye candy won’t be delighting my summer for good, there he was again.
He was clipping his toe nails on his balcony, right into the neighbor’s garden below. 
Life is so unfair.

xxx

P.S.: Today’s shoes are Moschino