Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random. Show all posts
Monday, September 3, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Obsessed with: The mango blue blazer
And it's on Kate Moss. Who wouldn't be obsessed with it. Not to mention the gold buttons. I love gold buttons. I love gold buttons on anything. Even my PJs. Who cares that they hurt while I sleep.
Buy here. Only $39.95
in a multitude of other colors as well
image source: fashion gone rogue
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Got to have that neon bag!
I have been obsessed with this the sartorialist photo since I saw it... mainly because of the clutch..
And I don't even wear clutches. I like more spacious bags. But I would honestly make an exception for this one.
Best of all... Zara cheap version bellow!
Zara Neon Clutch. It might not be as good but it's close enough...
$35.90 - BUY!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
A man and a woman...
The Sartorialist love...
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I adore the combination of blue and red... |
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Now that's casual to perfection... |
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
I'm in love with a shoe!
I have to say that this kind of love I have not experienced yet... I'm not saying that there was never a sandal here and there, an occasional one night stand with a stiletto, but this is different, this is true love.
We met in the chaotic Macy's shoe department, on the corner of 34th St. and Broadway. Way above on the 5th Floor, on a glorious white pedestal, there it was - the shoe. My eyes watered, sparkled in awe, a few blinks followed and my hand moved swiftly towards it. To touch, to feel, to experience. As it it usually goes with such encounters - sheer disappointment follows as the number on the bottom signifies an incompatibility. Lo and behold, there was a red sticker. A red sticker that brought a wide smile to my face. In an ecstatic rush, I grabbed the first salesperson and demanded a proper, fitting acquaintance. The service was unusually fast (anyone that knows Macy's will understand) and my relationship began. As I swirled and twirled in front of the mirror, the busy floor seemed to have been transformed into a paradise. That is, until the words "the right one should be somewhere on the floor" shattered my illusion. I was puzzled, my heart started to beat faster and I thought "You mean, I have to find it in all of this?" The answer was clear. I knew I had to fight for true love and so I have began my journey through the jungle of angry tourists, furious salespeople and a graveyard of unwanted shoes. About 45 minutes later, a dozen clearance racks, and too many glances at the floor, I realized that maybe we are just not meant to be. To give it a one last shot, I looked again. The second I saw those beige laces, I grabbed them. My calculation showed that it could possibly be it. I couldn't have looked inside any faster. Happiness overcame me as soon as I saw that small printed 7.5M.
I knew, this will be forever. Without further ado, introducing my true love:
We met in the chaotic Macy's shoe department, on the corner of 34th St. and Broadway. Way above on the 5th Floor, on a glorious white pedestal, there it was - the shoe. My eyes watered, sparkled in awe, a few blinks followed and my hand moved swiftly towards it. To touch, to feel, to experience. As it it usually goes with such encounters - sheer disappointment follows as the number on the bottom signifies an incompatibility. Lo and behold, there was a red sticker. A red sticker that brought a wide smile to my face. In an ecstatic rush, I grabbed the first salesperson and demanded a proper, fitting acquaintance. The service was unusually fast (anyone that knows Macy's will understand) and my relationship began. As I swirled and twirled in front of the mirror, the busy floor seemed to have been transformed into a paradise. That is, until the words "the right one should be somewhere on the floor" shattered my illusion. I was puzzled, my heart started to beat faster and I thought "You mean, I have to find it in all of this?" The answer was clear. I knew I had to fight for true love and so I have began my journey through the jungle of angry tourists, furious salespeople and a graveyard of unwanted shoes. About 45 minutes later, a dozen clearance racks, and too many glances at the floor, I realized that maybe we are just not meant to be. To give it a one last shot, I looked again. The second I saw those beige laces, I grabbed them. My calculation showed that it could possibly be it. I couldn't have looked inside any faster. Happiness overcame me as soon as I saw that small printed 7.5M.
I knew, this will be forever. Without further ado, introducing my true love:
have a fling with my love - here
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Things to do...
1. Write a blog post, one of many that I have been preparing to do.
2. Be happier with putting on winter clothes. Possibilities are endless.
3. Take care of my hair more.
4. Stop being late to work.
5. Write more emails to my dear far away friends.
6. Be careless.
7. Save money, and yes, that means shop a bit less.
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