Birthday Boots

Autumn is the season of new coats, boots and beginnings.
My mum taught me that and I have always strongly believed it. So when I saw these beauties I went into meltdown.

I dreamt about them (genuinely). Every outfit I wore was incomplete because I didn't have red studded boots upon my feet.
My yearning for these were made worse because of my current obsession with red (remember this? Yeah Valentino's fault.) and all things fierce. Which these certainly are.

Carefully folding the wrapping off the Zara Boot Box (I don't like ripping wrapping paper, ok?!) on my Birthday Breakfast, was a BIG MOMENT.  I was so excited that, no word of a lie, I nearly choked.

Once opened and after the usual birthday jig and kisses and hugs and some squeals, I put them on my feet and did not take them off again. For ooh, about a week.

They make me feel fantastic. Wherever I go in them, I strut to my own personal stereo that plays 'These Boots Were Made For Walking' in my head. And that's a pretty top feeling.

Because nancy is still better than Jessica. Just sayin'

(Thank you mum and dad)

Wise Words and Inspiration from Valentino

I went print crazy today and wore my low back Aztec print vest with my silk and fringed purple baroque swirl kimono and white city shorts. I love a good bit of print and colour clashing.

I have also been inspired by Harper's to get more red in my wardrobe. And like, actually wear it too. Valentino said that 'red is the colour that never fades into the background' and I think that it's time I stop fading into the background and started standing out a bit more. No one's ever going to fall in love with me if they can't even see me.

This inspiration came about because a recent Harper's image was needed for a banner on the website, so it needed to work horizontally. It was my task to set about finding this image, which was lovely because I got to trawl through the well section - the bit with all the beautiful pictures and fashion shoots - of all the magazines. I found a couple which I thought might work and Lisa and I then went through them and picked out our favourites. It took me nearly all day which, seeing as how I'm the girl who takes several old copies of Vogue and Harper's and Elle babysitting with me so that I can spend hours tearing out photos and images and ads to stick on my wall, it was pretty much a perfect day.

The final choice that they chose from the two pictures we sent them was of a girl standing in the desert in a scarlet chiffon gown that was caught spectacularly in the wind. I guess Valentino knows his stuff...

Failing the red tactic, I might just go about shouting. Here, as soon as I open my mouth I get more attractive. A man serving me coffee today told me I have a 'beautiful accent'.

Then, finally, when all else has proved useless, I'll dare to stare. Several people I know swear by it.