I must confess that I was a little bit naughty last week. See, Mayfair Shoes had a wee “2 for 1” sale and it proved to be that extra little push I needed to succumb to my desire for the pair of Stuart Weitzman flats I’d been drooling over for a while. Here they are, my lovelies:
So far, my lovelies have given me a lovely blister on my ankle, but beauty is pain and all that blah, blah, blah. I still adore them. I guess I’m a fool for love.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
It was a beautiful day, and I was feeling a little bit giddy. Or maybe I was just hungry. It was dinnertime. Luckily, we were on our way to Famoso’s.
Cardigan, Blu’s; dress, Costa Blanca; shoes, Joe Fresh; bag, Arcadia.
The pizza was delicious, and so was the gelato (cherry sorbet). Good thing I was wearing the dress equivalent of Joey Tribbiani’s Thanksgiving-dinner-eating pants.
How gorgeous is Salma Hayek?
Ok, so maybe that dress does slightly weird things around the sides (what’s up with those flipper-like attachments? are they pockets?) but the shoes are to die for and her red lipstick – perfection! She looks like a walking “Top Ten Reasons Why It’s Awesome to Be Salma Hayek”. [of which No. #3: perfect collarbone-grazing haircut … No. #2: unlimited supply of YSL, Gucci, Balenciaga, Alexander McQueen and Stella McCartney, thanks to PPR-chairman hubby Francois-Henri Pinault … No. #1: that cleavage. ‘Nuf said.]
Along with the white jeans I mentioned a while back, I’ve also been craving a white dress. Something about summer calls for a white dress, though I’ve been trying to answer that call without much success. I’ve had a look around the stores, but the likeliest candidate so far has been a cotton maxi dress at the Gap, which was more “granola girl” than “scorching bombshell”. Not quite in the same league as Salma’s YSL, if you know what I mean … or even the same galaxy. Guess I’ll have to keep looking.