Monday, February 19, 2007

Dig For Fire [and Sometimes Shoes]

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[I love how you can see my dog lurking behind the shoes!]
Even though it is still snowy and icy, I've already taken an intrepid step oustside with these heels, and braved the snowy tundra that is Pennsylvania in the winter. Well you know, it's not really as bad as a snowy tundra, but I don't underestimate your intelligence for a second. I was surprised when I tried these on, because they are so comfy and pretty! To be honest, I expected them to look a little like witch-shoes. You can't blame me; I've had terrible luck with Payless in the past. My feet have suffered the worst pain of their lives in the devil shoes Payless sold me! But I stand by the statement 'let bygones be bygones'. Especially when it comes to footwear.

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I only bought these because I thought it would be good to invest in a simple pair of black flats. Up until these, I hadn't found a pair that suited me well enough, so I overwore these until the point where there is now a hole in the toe. However, I will always love my holey-toed green flats-we've been through the mud together. And yes, I unfortunately meant that literally. A word to the wise-never try to jump across a "creek" in skinny jeans and flats. You will get muddy.

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When I saw an article about jazz shoes in the November[??] issue of Nylon, I made them the object of my shoe affection. It took me a while to find a pair, but luckily Urban Outfitters had my back and started selling some here. A very sneaky trick indeed, hiding them in the sneakers section. If it hadn't been for a case of supreme boredom, I would have never even seen them.

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They're a six and a half mens size, and they fit me perfectly. I choose to believe that this was no coincidence, and that the shoe gods[Imelda Marcos??] had these specific shoes waiting there for me at the Good Samaritan. They look perfect with everything except jeans, but I'm really kind of over jeans. If only they weren't so damn comfortable, I wouldn't have any in my closet at all. I'd be fine wearing dresses all the time.

Tell me about your favorite shoes if you feel like it!
I'm off to watch the rest of Growing Pains, which is basically my second favorite show ever [Golden Girls is the first, obviously].

PS:
When I first saw this, I didn't understand why everyone thought it was so funny. Then I realized why; it hit too close to home. [The shoe obsession part, not the the part about being a man in a blonde wig called Kelly] I still think it's the single strangest thing I've ever seen, but it is entertaining, and surprisingly easy to quote.

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

The Meaning of Life is Surprisingly Simple in My Head

I have so many things to write about, yet such a miniscule attention span. Most recently, every time I sit down to type something up, I wander away and curl up in a ball with a magazine I've probably already flipped through four or five time. Another thing I've really gotten into is listening to my favorite CDs from when I was around nine years old. See-Christina Aguilera, LFO, etc. Hey, we can't all pop out of the womb listening to ~*amazing/indie/unique*~ bands like so many people claim to have done!

Tonight's distraction was sitting down to watch Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant in Charade. So I decided I'd make the most of the this situation and talk about that movie!
If you thought Audrey was lovely and charming as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffanys, wait until you see her performance in Charade. She is outfitted entirely by Givenchy [as noted in the credits before the film starts] and damn, does she look terrific. But can anyone think of a time when this woman didn't look terrific?

This movie is absolutely brilliant; it's suspenseful to the point of being downright uncomfortable, and listening to the banter between Hepburn and Cary Grant is priceless. Besides, anything with Cary Grant automatically gets a plus ten points.


Let me make this perfectly clear, I would only sell my soul to own TWO material things in the world:
A)A pair of Marc Jacobs Mouse flats[the kind that literally have mouse whiskers and everything]
B)A hat like the one Audrey is wearing at my right.
A few of the outfits [and hats] in the movie have a definite Jackie O feel, and I don't think they could have made a better costuming descision. God, I love hats. Now that I cut my hair short [it's a little shorter than jawbone length] and my bangs aren't always obstructing my vision, I'm freer than ever to wear them!

Though, now that I've seen it, there is also no doubt in my mind that I will never need to sell my soul, because the Cary Grant shower scene gave my life all the meaning it will ever need.
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Cary Grant shower scene cap courtesy of:outxofxcontext @ lj

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