Hiphopsideproject

Dear Ugg Boots,

I thought it was time we cleared a few things up, I mean, the air between us hasn’t been good for a while now… and I feel like I owe you an explanation. Where should I begin? …

I remember when I first saw you, wow, that was a long time ago. You weren’t as popular back then, or as colourful! heh… You were cute in that short and dumpy way, I’ll give you that — I guess in your own little way you still are. I remember those stories you told me about how you used to hang out with the surfers and swimmers, I’m sure you fitted right in there!  I don’t know whether it was your homesickness from leaving Australia and your attempt to fit in, or some wish to be thought of as ‘cool’, but ever since you started hanging around with that Paris girl, well,  you changed — you never used to wear pink for a start. Then I started seeing you with all her friends too, that crowd of people… why did you do that? I guess I can’t lay all the blame with you for that, they knew you were different… paraded you as some kind of new toy. Even when they dropped you that time for Mukluks? when they came running back to you I watched on as you greeted them with open arms.

Yes, looking back that’s when things started to change. I think it got worse when I saw you hanging out in those cheap high-street shops, you’d really let your standards drop… you’d turned so synthetic, half the time you went by some weird pseudonym or something, too. What happened? I think you might have started to spread yourself too thin, wanting to be ‘in’ with as many people as you could.

And now? Now I don’t even know who you are anymore, one day you’ll be wearing wool, the next you’re covered in laces…and some of the colours… oof. I see you more than ever now, sometimes I think you look like you’re doing ok, other times I really wonder what went wrong. Like the other day, you were hanging out with this girl who was wearing baggy sweat pants and a baggy pink hooded sweater, and she wasn’t even at the gym. Wow. I thought you had a bit more class than that. When I saw you in Australia last year you looked so well! Like your old self again! You’d got your colour back and looked homely again.

Anyway, I’m babbling, I just wanted to let you know my reasons. I hope you can understand. Don’t get me wrong, I still think you’re so lovely, warm and cosy… I just can’t be seen with you anymore. I hope we can still hang out around the house, though.

Yours,

Kim

PS. I don’t know if you’ve been in touch with Crocs lately, but I’ll be writing to him at some point. We also have a few things to clear up.

Oh my, I am completely entranced by these weird shoes…

You can find them asos.com. I’m thinking that this kind of shoe might be just the thing to great my fear of heels. Whilst I’d still benefit from the added height, the weird heel structure would make it feel like I was wearing flat. So I’d be able to train my arch into being STRONG at the heel-height, thus making it easier for me to progress to normal heels! Or maybe I just want to be a space age vixen and wear ridico shoes.

Oh my, I’ve recently developed quite a problem. Instead of doing what normal people do on their lunch hours, that being, you know, eating lunch and stuff… I’ve taken to window shopping. Mainly for shoes. Shoe’s that I’ll probably never wear (seriously, I live in trainers and converse.. sometimes flats), but shoes that are so so pretty that I can’t resist building outfits around them. I worry though, one day I know I’ll find the right pair and snap them up, but dear god what if they’re huge heels? I can’t handle heels, really.

About the legs by finestimaginary

The current love of my shoe lust life exist in miss selfridge. *Here is where I would show you a picture, but they’re not on the website anymore :O* They’re dark purple, with laces, bits of PVC but mainly suede, and oh so oh high. I would fall, I keep having to remind myself this… I would fall right over! I know, right? So why do I keep going and touching them? Crazy lady.

So, my dear readers, here is where you have to confess your window shopping sins. What impractical entities do you lust after?

Check out this great blog post with loads of different examples of ways to lace your sneakers!

This is one of my favourites…