Shoe Pervert - Today I went into Faith and had two shoegasms.

New in at Faith, £65 for the Scarlet pair, £75 for the lace up pair. 

Look magazine is copying me!!

I can't believe it. I flick through my style bible that is Look magazine and come to a torrid realisation: Look magazine is copying me! I am more trend savvy than my own bloody style bible!
Here is my proof:
In this weeks Look there is a three page feature on tassled bags and clutches, three weeks after I wrote about the trend.
A pair of platform lace up shoe boots are featured on the celeb style page - I bought virtually the same pair THREE YEARS AGO, pulled them for the recesses of my shoe shelves and started wearing them again about a month ago.
To top it off, two pairs of the shoes I have featured on Shoe Pervert weeks ago from the new Top Shop collection are in this weeks Look! Also, forgive this aside but loving Emma Cook's zip shoes for Top Shop. Unique, tough and girlie ruffley all at the same time. Fabulous. Shame about the £95 price tag.
Well, at least you know this is truly the place to come for the fashion forward.
If that isn't proof enough I did a fashion quiz in this months Glamour. I fared as 'So Obsessed, you worship at the alter of all things fashion.' Well yes, I do agree with that.

Shoe Pervert died and went to heaven.

Last night I went round a mates for a fish supper (He cooked me fish and chips, no rude thoughts now people). As he slaved away in the kitchen, making chips from scratch and battering the fish I nestled next to his very lovely girl housemate Charlie with a big glass of wine and we started to natter about my favourite subject (No prizes for guessing what that is).

It seems Charlie has a similar shoe obsession. In fact, she took me upstairs to show my her splendid collection, which included a fabulous pair of glittery heeled Kurt Geigers her boyfriend bought for her as a present (I hope she marries that guy) and a beautiful pair of Jimmy Choo style silver sandals with a snake running down the foot. Swooooooon!
Then she pulled out these INCREDIBLE platforms. Five inch heel, soft teal suede, patent piping, round toes and laces. 'They were from Faith on sale' she tells me, 'only cost me forty quid, down from eighty.'

Good girl, what a bargain.

But then she tells me a horror story of the pain they caused her feet. Apparently the poor soul is a half size, with narrow feet and finds it very difficult to find shoes that will fit.

'You're a five aren't you?' she says, 'fancy wearing them this evening? Stretching them out for me?'

Well I ain't saying no to that.

As soon as I slip them on the altitude feels bloody amazing. And I can't stop staring at them, the arch of the soul, the beauty of that skinny but outrageously high heel.

When it comes to the end of the night, I go to take them off and give them back to her.

'Why don't you keep them?' she says, ' you can't have stretched them out enough yet, wear them out. You're doing me a favour.'

I stare at her, open mouthed. She is just lending me these shoes?! This is to good to be true. I would NEVER lend my shoes to anyone. Once, I lent an old pair to my sister for a night out and stared at her feet like a hawk all night, getting irritated every time she walked anywhere, even the five meters from her seat to the bar.

I protest to Charlie, tell her I will ruin them, tell her she won't get them back.

She smiles at me, tells me not to worry. 'Shoes need love' she says, extremely wisely, 'I can't wear them at the moment so someone should enjoy them, and hopefully, you will stretch them enough for me to enjoy them in the future.'

Then I realise, Charlie is a female rugby player and far tougher than my scrawny self. If I do anything to hurt her shoes, she may kill me... or at least beat me until I pay her back. And thus, I know she can trust me with them. That and I always give fabulous shoes the TLC they deserve.

So very happily I skip away with these beautiful shoes, assuring her I will look after them and that if anything does go wrong I will pay her back. (I will, I like my limbs intact)

I just can't get past it though, I get to put them on my shoe shelf, wear them out, stroke them and I am doing her a favour?!

Maybe I should set up a shoe stretching business. Due to my asbestos feet, I can wear in girls painfully high new heels and they pay me to do it! This could be rather lucrative. I might even get people asking me to wear in designer ones!

I'm off to have a daydream about that now.

Shoe Pervert - Huge platform, open-toed shoe boot, preppy schoolgirl lace ups. SO wonderful!

New in at Faith, £70.

More fashion film love for me

It's official, there is going to be a sequel to Sex and the City! And it's due to be released in 2010, so only a year to wait until more naff plots but more fantastic shoes and fabulous dresses. Hip Hip Hurrah! My clothing bible for 2011 is already in creation. This has made my Friday.

Patricia Field, don't you let me down.  

Oh and the countdown continues, only 14 days until Confessions of a Shopaholic!  

Can Alice in Wonderland mend my broken heart?

I have recently split up with somebody. It's not something I am going to go into here (that's a whole other blog I got into a lot of trouble for), but suffice to say my poor romantic soul has been very bruised.

How shall I heal myself from this heartbreak? I shall deal with it as I deal with everything. I shall go shopping. 

But I shall shop for a very specific, very cheerful look. A look that will take me back to my crazy childhood days in an ironic (i.e. not eighties) way. It's all about the outlandish Alice in Wonderland. Loads of red, blue and white, stripes, cinched in waists, pinafores, headbands, circus-style tulle mini skirts, theatrical Vivienne Westwood-esque platform shoes and even top hats. It's like combining the circus with a victorian school girl then adding a dash of LSD.

It's something Sienna & Savannah of twenty8twelve/Jude Law nannygate fame have styled in this months Glamour, something Britney channelled in her Circus video and Christina in her Back to Basics album. A look Top Shop is so into, it has even painted playing card motifs onto store walls. It's the perfect girlish look to soothe my love battered soul.

But rather than Sienna & Savannah's English rose gypsy version, I'm going for a more retro feel with garish but still rather sexy tights, sharp lines (no linen for me!) and perfect red lips. At the end of the day, I still need to show the reason for my sore heart exactly what he is missing.  

  

Appropriate Snowwear

Just to warn all you girlies venturing out in a blanketed snowy London town today in their uggs. Don't do it! Wear trainers, wellies (especially uber-trendy Hunters, Kate Moss and Lily Allen wear them), hiking boots. Anything other than Uggs. After an hour or two of playing in the snow you will be soaked through. They are trendy, fashionable, useless boots made to look like snowboots. Anything made to be durable, waterproof and actually protect you can't possibly be that pretty, cute and fluffy. And no, the snow bunnyesque pom poms make no difference whatsoever!
And scarfs, scarfs are a very useless thing in the snow. Because they get wet, damp and drip down your neck. Not pleasent and they make you look like some arty gimp.
This is the one area of life where practicality is the order of the day and pretty, woollen things just get wet. Wear tights under your waterproof trousers. Befriend some nice man with lots of ski gear, nick his thermals, ski socks and gloves. Otherwise you will be COLD. And that just takes the fun out of snowball fights. And how can you flirt with nice men if you can't hack a good snowball fight? Oh and don't bother with too much make up, it will run.