the shoe whore's dilemma

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOREEEEE.
Everyone is talking clogs, everyone is getting clogs, everyone is Twitterin' clogs, clogclogcloggggzzz!

For the record, I never STOPPED loving a clog. I have clogs. I wear clogs. I want NEW CLOGS.
I WANT THESE,  I NEED THESE. GIVE THEM TO ME! 

 K-K-KINDA DYING

I have no money for shoes right now, my closet is overflowing and all my friends are buying Swedish Hasbeens at an alarming rate.

In my dream clog reality (and all this workin ain't fer nothin, ONE OF THESE will be mine quite soon, mark my words..), I would have all of the above.

Hasbeen boots, Celine wedges, Chanel anklebreakers, Jeffrey Campbell red devils, Zara hippie wedge, No. 6 shiny T-straps...Fucking DELIGHTFUL, right?

I have been thinking on this for way too long; I think it will be a pair from No. 6. In maroon patent leather. I already went to the store with Lesley (who has Swedish Hasbeens from Sweden, which seems specialer than regs ones) and tried on every single pair they have; I love that you can design your own...you could really spend all day there (I did).

Please let the record reflect that I still hold out hope for some sort of Celine miracle. Throw a penny in a fountain fer me, k?

in my dreams

One day I will do something worthy of allowing me to appear somewhere wearing this outfit.
I am completely serious, I consider this a PERFECT LOOK.

Ok, let's get real. I would wear this anywhere, forget "spesh occasions".  
Let's fangirl all over it, shall we?
1. Off-kilter bouffant. No one really needs to see this much of my face, btw, but I still would love to walk around like this. Mental note, buy giant bumpits and DIY it.
2. White mink shoulder stole straightjacket topper. Lurve.
3. Long flowy sequined skirt (dress?)with whats-his-name on it, increds. 

and and AND:

4.A JUDITH LEIBER BAG. I have always had a dark secret love for JL novelty bags..they are so synonymous with expensive tacky aunt but I LOVE THEM.  
I LOVE THEM.


Whyyyyyy wouldn't you want a bejeweled pavé glittery forestdwelling creature slung across your body that you can fill with superimportant things like red lipstick, stray pennies, a button from god knows what, airplane peanuts, a lucky rock, grape hubba bubba and $11 dollars american (TMI?)

Here it is! Gimmmeeeee:

Or this one:

Or, okay, I WILL TAKE THIS ONE TOO:

UNFORTCH FOR OL' WL, these sweet, sweet jazzholes cost like, $3,800+ bones on the average and SO it reallllyyy REALLY will never be my own personal intense pleasure to own one. Very sad, this thing we call real life.

i need new ways to say GIMME THAT

i hope you weren't so put off by the weird furry neo-uggs and questionable use of a cavaricci-esque pant so as to miss the BEST THING ABOUT LOUIS VUITTON (save the afros, doy):


LOUIS VUITTON S/S 2010

these hairytail JANGLEBAGS are my new EVERYTHING.

GIANT JANGLES THAT HAPPEN TO BE BAGS!
they can hold things, but not too many things. flat things. like your phone and some necco wafers, no cash though because you spent it all on giant racoontailz.

DEAR MARC JACOBS, PLEASE SEND ME ONE...please?