I just want to live in a city where it's ok to walk around in these on a Tuesday afternoon:
Which probably means I'm limited to Manhattan, Tokyo, Paris, or Deep Space 5.
Better yet, I'd like to set up my bakery in one of those places and wear these boots while working. Who WOULDN'T buy a chocolate mousse torte or fresh Pain Au Levain from someone who baked them wearing those? The awesomeness would almost certainly transfer to you when you ate said baked good.
What I really love about haute couture is that more often than not, it isn't overtly sexy. It's bold, unexpected, and often odd, but mostly it's like wearing a work of art. Some very creative people make those designs, and it's like whoever wears couture gets to be the canvas for the artists' expression. Or better yet, the muse.
Um, is it just me, or is Heat one of the best movies ever made? I watched The Town the other night and it totally reminded me of Heat. So I had to watch it again. Robert DeNiro is amazing, Val Kilmer is thin, and Al Pacino is his usual insane self. Pure greatness.
Heck, yes...
Um, no thanks...
So, a few months ago I went and got a haircut and some extensions. I didn't like my hair the way it was, so of course I felt compelled to go out and spend a fortune getting it all fixed up and pretty again.
Actually, I got a really good deal on it, but I'm poking fun at myself here, so let's go along with the story.
How I felt before:
How I felt after:
Note that the new hairstyle automatically takes off 15 pounds.
Brutally honest truth coming up....
I got the new hair cause I wanted to feel like I was at least kinda hot. Don't get me wrong, I don't have some delusion of myself as a hottie. I know what I am and what I'm not, but sometimes a girl just wants to at least feel sexy, you know? (Ok, any guys who may be reading this, you probably don't know. You can skip this part if you want.)
I'm so lame! I'm embarrassed that I'm so shallow sometimes... really, this is not how I am all the time. But I have a point to make and sometimes honesty is what makes the point become real to someone. So on I go.
I love the extensions.. the color is great, and it actually kinda does look like celebrity hair. And I admit, when I wear them, I feel like I am just hot sh..tuff. Hot shtuff. Yea.
But, really? Aren't I just perpetuating the ideas I hate, that beauty is on the outside and comes in only a certain form? Why was I being so shallow, and so desperate for others' attention, that I would expend so much energy to attain what I only perceived to be good attention?
I really have no problem with anyone wanting to look good, extensions, makeup, you name it. Anyone who knows me knows this. I'm the lip gloss queen. I was just disappointed in myself cause I knew the state of my mind and it was going to a place I didn't want it to go, where the volume of my hair was more important than the content of my character.
So I launched what I secretly called "operation inner beauty". I stopped wearing the extensions so much, stopped taking so much time getting ready for things, even wore track pants out of the house a few times (gasp!). I'm still working on it. But sometimes taking active steps to combat against something, even small steps, and even against something as silly as being too worried about my image, can really start a mental revolution and set you on a whole new thought track.
My point, now that I've reached the place to make it, is this: It's totally fine to look as hot as you want (um, not slutty. just hot). But remember, true beauty comes in the form of a humble spirit, a gentle and quiet personality, which is of great worth in God's sight.
Try it and see.. people won't be able to keep their eyes off of you.
And I completely believe that a gentle spirit can exist in a pair of bootcut Sevens and Balenciaga boots. It all comes back to balance.
My new goal: sweetness. That's all. I want to be known as the girl who has a sweet temperament, not the girl who has Jessica Simpson hair and a Naomi Campbell attitude to go along with it.
These shoes should fit nicely with that:
After all, matching your accessories to your personality is the new black.
Ciao, my gorgeous readers. Let your beautiful personalities light up your world.
Additions to my bucket list:
Rock some Louboutins on a Tuesday. In a fashionably appropriate city.
Conquer my fear of spiders by holding a tarantula in my hands and not freaking out. This one's gonna take some work!
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