new shoes, new shoes!

Hello! This pair of Miss Selfridge shoes isn't part of my shoe wearing challenge (wear all my 90 something pairs of shoes in the next year - any not worn are sold/donated). They will be eventually but, for now, they're NEW SHOES! Is it windy where you are this evening? It's blowing a frigging gale here. Anyway, here's a pic then I'll chat some more:

Oddly enough, I was having a conversation earlier about people who just post all their shit purchases on their blog (er, do we care if you bought spot cream and some feminine hygiene products?) and how shan* it is as a practise. However, I love these shoes and have been waiting for them for ages (I blogged about them over 2 months ago). I'd asked Miss S via Twitter and email when they were coming in but, so crap is their service, they never bother their backsides replying. If I didn't love these shoes so much, I'd have given them a swerve for their utter shitness. Here's another picture to peace me out and stem the flow of venom...aaaaah...


So what's to love? Well, they're made from a tapestry for starters. Very vintage chic and perfect for the winter florals trend - you may or may not have noticed that I love a print or two in an ensemble. They are also hiiiiiiigh with a big fat platform and delicate ladylike heel and cross foot strap. Oh, and they're a peep toe - toe nail painting cannot be put off any longer...


*shan is either a Scottish-ism or an Edinburgh-ism. Either way it means kind of crap. If something is shan it's a bit rubbish. If someone has been shanned on (e.g. that was really shan on Emma when Jane kissed Toby), it means they've been a bit harddone by or shat upon.

Crush-a!

No, not the weird milky syrup. I have a crush-a on some shoes-a! You may remember, a while back, I wrote about a Senso shoe crush. We'll they've only gone and freakin' released the very same shoe boot in the brightest most garish pink.

Good lord, will you LOOK at these babies! I beg of anyone who has a spare $159.95, pleeeeeeease buy me a pair! I'm simultaneously almost crying and peeing a little bit just looking at them. That crushing, crashing platform (how much would the neighbours beneath my wooden floor hate me?), the gargantuan chunky heel with it's towering stature, the commanding look-at-me colour. It's just insane. Senso, I love you!

And for anyone who hasn't seen the Crusha cats - this is worth a watch...tee hee!

If I could turn back tiiiiiiiiiiiiiime!

I'm not about to turn into one of those Bloggers that just repeats the magazines and writes about every schleb event going but THIS, is worth a mention. Gaga and Cher at the MTV VMAs. But not just Gaga and Cher. Gaga dressed in MEAT (er, poo!) and Cher dressed in a reprisal of her 1989 'If I could turn back time' outfit. Oh, genius, genius, genius!! When I was at school, our gym teacher was off one day (could they not just have called in sick, say, all year?) and we were made to do Cher's workout video. And in said video she wore an outfit from the same closet this one came from - less sparkly, more crotchy. Yes more crotchy. Seriously, that woman was all over the Hollywood before the Hollywood was even invented. It would have been spider's legs ahoy otherwise. Ladies and Gents - fest your eyes on crazy. Oh and Lady Gaga's meat purse. (Her words)



And for those who haven't seen it - here's the video...

Final thought...Katy, go back to the rubber dresses. This is bad. And ditch the hair streaks. Thanks jebus I'm here to share my wisdom.

Does it matter if they make my feet, knees, calves and thighs hurt?

Well, does it? I vote for no, most of the time. However, I do have to limit the wearing of these shoes on account of aforementioned pains. They're lucky number 13 (13 is totally lucky in my book. I was born on Friday the 13th and I honestly don't think there's been a much luckier occurrence in the history of, well, history. Oh lighten up, I'm kidding. Still, 13 = good) in the great shoe wearing challenge and, look, look - they're soooooo pretty!


They're a wee Miss Selfridge purchase (good shoes, abysmal service. Reply within 24 hours my arse! Unless they're working on lunar time or something) and, on account of their weight, I totally tone up each and every time I wear them (can I just say at this point that Mr Scribbler is watching 28 weeks later and I've had to crank up i-tunes on my headphones because I CANNOT handle that shit. My nerves are actually up to high doe and I think I may be on the verge of a heart attack. Just think about pretty shoes, pretty shoes!!). Anyway, after that cinematic diversion, it's time to enjoy the shoes. Here's what I love about them:

• They're H-I-G-H! I'm 5"7 anyway and in these I come close to Mr Scribbler's 6"2.
• They have a lovely rounded point to the toe
• They're polka dotty
• They have a tremendous over sized bow on the toe (I'm a sucker for a bow. Before I chopped off my lovely long hair for my short do I loved nothing more than Blair Waldorf-ing it up in a hairband resplendent with over sized bow. They look kinda silly on me now, sadly)
• They have a platform. I LOVE a platform. And I ain't talkin' 'bout train stations.

So what did I wear with these lovely creations? I went simple with black leggings and a cute purple dress with fitted waist. Where did I get it, you ask? Ooh, I made it!! Uh-huh, I'm not just handy with the words! I dolled it up a bit with an assortment of brooches from Topshop, H&M, a vintage fair in NYC and an anniversary gift from Mr S. Speaking of Mr S, check out his handy shelf making skills to the left (to the left). He ain't just a pretty face.


Wow! Who knew the shoes would look just as good upside down!? Well, if you're gonna be kicking about with your feet in the air, you should do it in shoes that look good upside down...I'm just sayin'.
Time for some Ben and Jerry's.

Dirrrrrrty Dozen

So, my bad. I haven't updated this in, literally, days! How have you coped? Are you still there? Who knows? Who cares? I do, of course, you dozy mares!!

Shoes # 12 are from schuh and by Irregular Choice (check the no nonsense, straight back to business approach there). Nom, nom. They are from way back in around 2004 and from one of schuh's first ever Irregular Choice ranges - back when they were a little known quirky brand and not the behemoth of embellished bedazzlement they have become. In fact, give it a few years and these babies'll qualify as vintage. Yeah, you better believe it. I have solid gold brewing right here in my shoe closet.



So, the particulars: they're white leather (sometimes class, sometimes trash), flats (that pretty much boots them into class. Trash is the white stiletto worn incorrectly. Or wielded. When I lived in t'Boro some chick actually killed someone with a stiletto. Sho nuff. That shit was ghetto) with the old skool, occasionally reintroduced, Irregular Choice bum-toe. I think they call it a heart toe but I heard it called a bum toe in the early days and it's stuck. As well as the lovely bum toe, the shoes have a purdy studded flower on the vamp (tecchie terms beatches) which I do enjoy. Observe, if you will:



The shoes are worn with my little cream floral Primark dress. You'll see that on here heaps because it's cute and it's awesome for bloated days - everything just hides neatly away underneath it. I also have on my grey H&M cardi and a black and gold zebra scarf (it was a wee bit chilly and I was still chasing off the last of that cold. It was a gift so I'm not sure where it's from. It could be tacky but it's so right and you know my feelings on anything from the shiny family. Foxy printed leggings are by Uniqlo and it's all topped off with a little leopard bow in the hair. Lord, I love the mixed and mashed prints - lace, floral, leopard and zebra - you know it works!

Em(my), what were they thinking

So I settled down with a nice cup of Earl Grey for a look through the Emmy pictures. And I was distinctly underwhelmed. What a lot of so-so garb! Don't get me wrong, there were some alright dresses but nothing, NOTHING wow. Come on telly and film people - your job is to entertain!

One thing that did strike me was the awful-tastic Glee fashion misses (maybe that's why they withheld the awards...there can be no other reason cos Glee's awesome!). Ordinarily, I love a bit of Glee fashion (and in fairness Jenna Ushkowitz and Amber Riley's dresses were ok and the boys scrubbed up nicely) and Lea Michele is normally one of my absolute red carpet favourites. But at the Emmys, it was not to be so. Regard:

It makes her waist look tiny and she has a winning smile. And that's all I like. The fringe looks wonky, the necklace is old lady frumpy, the dress is SO shiny (in a 'get that lit match away from me' sorta way) and all that frilly crap at the bottom reminds me of those flamenco dolls other people got as gifts when their parents had been in Spain. I SO wanted one of those dolls. Maybe I'm just bitter. Love you Lea, do NOT love this look. Want a flamenco doll.

However, Lea is the better of this bad bunch. Turn your attention now, if you will, to Naya Rivera (that's one cracking name though):

Gay God. Gay god of shiny prossie fashion. This is a serious case of 'my eyes, my eyes!'. Because mine are close to bleeding after absorbing this ensemble. The gi-heusterous fake hair looking bun. The greasy looking wonky fringe. The SHINY (again - what's with that? Show me a spark and I'll show you a bonfire.) dress with vile poufy skirt and overly high split (the girl has cracking legs actually and on a different dress, a split this high might be acceptable). The fugly brooch. This dress says one thing to me: slutty bridesmaid. Next time, wear the cheerleader uniform...

And (almost) finally. Another alumni of the fashion 'do' column usually, Diana Agron has foofed it up this time.

Three words: Toilet Roll Holder. Aw but her hair and face look gorgeous!

And last but not least...Puck. Looking fiiiiiiiine as ever, but, dude, what's with the shiny suit?

After all that critique I'm going to go think sunny thoughts and pet a kitten or something.

Legs 11 - Call of the Wild

Sounds a bit like the title of some kind of cheesy porno. Tee, hee! (Actually that might not be a bad idea...)

Shoes #11 in the Great Shoe Wearing Challenge (ha, as if it's a challenge to have to wear shoes every day - who do I think I am?) are Clarks Originals from schuh. I first saw these shoes a few months back and from that moment until they arrived in store I coveted the ass off them. And then they were mine!!

I've always liked Clarks Originals (more so on yummy indie boys) but never really though they were 'me'. Someone at Clarks must've realised this and thought, 'what can we do to reel her in?' (because it's the sole aim of every company to have me like their stuff), at which point a creative genius said 'let's make a hairy leopard print desert boot'. And, thus I was won.

Here they are in all their hairy glory (I am so not averse to a pair of hairy shoes. Did you see the Louboutins with the 'tail'? I think they were maybe for Christopher Kane. Amazing. I'm also ok with a bald shoe as it goes)


As you may (if you've read this recently) or may not know, I've had a filthy, dirty, stinking cold of late and, as a result, I'm dressing for snuggly comfort, rather than for trying to look like a goddess of any sort. I'm also hiding my snot ridden, rudolph nosed face, not because I think I'm fabulous and you don't deserve to see my face but because I think I think you're fabulous and shouldn't be subjected to it. Therefore, the boot outfit runs as follows:

Awesome hairy leopard print boots: Clarks Originals at schuh, £79.99
T-dress: Uniqlo
Black leggings: oh, who the hell knows?
Gold Lurex cardi (which we all know I favour): either Topshop or Primark (I have one from each and I'm not sure which it is.)
Gold Lurex socks (oh yes you better believe it!): Can't remember actually - soz...
Beautiful gold mirrored horeshoe necklace: Lady Luck Rules ok

Final Thought: Will there be a bitchy uncomfortable vibe between Chezza and all the lady x-factor judges?