Month: Feb 2013

Doing The Flat, Yea Or Nay?

That would be a flat NAY. I don’t do flats.  Even my boots walk a height of no less than 2.5″, at the bare minimum.  So, let’s not even get me started on my heels.  As I once told someone, the height of my heels appears to escalate in tandem with my age.  On that note though, I do hope it peaks at 40 because 5.75″ is about the max for me.  Anything more and I may as well go with stilts. Here are some glorious flats I found while scouring the web. Blue Monarch Butterfly Flats from here. Muse Leather Ballet Flats in Olive from here.  This store does have some wedged heels that I’m positively aching to get my hands on and feet in.  I shall keep you posted on that! Hand-painted POW BAM Flats from here. Pastel Pixel Leather Oxfords from here.  Several chunky boots available too. Vintage Cork & Mesh Flats from here.  These are simply magnificent, why couldn’t they be heeled??? Rainbow Retro Flats from here.  I feel like doing …

A Tale From The Heart

So I had a heart-to-heart with myself last night.  It was a combination of having read the first few chapters of Yuli Ziv’s book, “Bloggin Your Way To The Front Row”, as well as having returned from the IFB Conference with my head spinning.  I had to come to terms with many things namely my reasons for wanting to blog. As much as it pains me to write these thoughts in public, it’s probably a healthy way to start the detox process. I envy those nubile young things who look perfect from every which angle and whom can make even a potato sack look like haute couture. I am fiercely jealous of how skinny they are and how the world adores them, particularly the fashion houses. I want to be noticed too. I want to be famous. I. Want. To. Be. Just. Like. Them. But I can’t. I’m no young thing. I’m not skinny. I’m not photogenic and I most certainly don’t have a figure to rival that of a clothes rail. I’m 40. I’m …


Valentine’s Day.  Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s overflowing with angst. Or it could be laced with equal doses of fun and sage-esque qualities. However your day turns out, live it to the fullest.  I’ll write a more personal V-Day post later this week.  Or something. Love, SG

I Am Weak

Forgive me, shoe gods, I have (once again) sinned. Le Objet du Désir. DANNIJO Zeppelin Boots.  Black.  Neon.  Glitter.  Cut-outs.  Combat Style.  Can you really blame me?   Love, SG Footnote:  I purchased these here, they were on sale from $325 and I ended up paying under $100.  Good times.