Monday, Shopping list: Uni

>Shopping list today. Okay, maybe not actual shopping, more imaginary. Like on The Simpsons, where Ned goes to Rod & Tod, 'fantasy christmas' and they pretend to have pogo sticks and shizz. Which is what I need, a pogo stick and a make believe shopping blowout. Confession, man 's difficult having a uni so close to the centre of everything expensive. And theres those awkward hour breaks between lectures. What to do in them, but browse? But I was good today and went to the local library so it felt like I got new things without actually parting with the paper notes. Tho I take out my £50 for the week so I know how much I've got, but then if a fiver goes on the phone and you've done a seperate internet shop, then 's tricky and not £50, rather millions and millions of food purchases, which don't last two minutes, and then it's in your purse and therefore terribly accessible. Bahh at everything money related. Thinking things would be a massive amount easier if we all just traded cattle and pigeons in wicker baskets, like in the good old days of yore. But I'd just end up with a wicked pigeon with a pegleg and we'd stroll the paths of life screwing it all and picking at red berries, it'd be beaut.

But no matter man, just looking, perusing at pretty things, suits me perfectly well. And this way, I can save for the more important purchases and appreciate them better. Okay cheez. fest. yawn a-go-go etcetc. But Imma gonna stick to this if I intend to live on shizzle other than rice and Primark unethical flimzy.

So what are we saving for? Bike for one. I live ahem, 10/15 mins max from uni and everything else, which is pretty lovely, but having a bike with a wicker basket would be dainty sound of music-esque, hand fractured curtain slips. Anyone have a spare grand? P'raps not. Walking should suit me fine.

And a cute little study sweater, complete with nerd-chic glasses. (Nerd-linguistic-chic moment, Dr Seuss invented the word 'nerd' !) A cheap alternative to the study sweater: wear clipboard or post-it-note with 'available for study dates'. However, may get kudos for flash advertising, but fairly few offers.. but y'never know.

The bag needs no explanation, it makes me giggle, so it's on le wish list. & the swimming costume, cause I live 10 mins and not 45 mins away, I'm now shaped like a small beach whale. Hoping costume +swim pass purchase will help in not eating all the pies. om nom NOM.

The ball gown..ahm. There are always balls on at the end of the year. Granted, 's about however many months away, but it might have come off the website by then, and I can't save fast enough for such an item. Could get it now. And wear it to ghastly 9am 2hour lectures as a cheer up quick fix. OoOo. Liking this plan lots and lots.

But have had a little wine. Not too much, mind, but enough to think buying a ballgown in the middle of ball-free winter is a top notch idea. So shall stop now and return to research on Chinese Mandarin Dipthongs.

Quote of the post: 'Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm'- Winston Churchill

Images via: adeline, for the love of chanel, monsoon, bookshelf porn,

:) Emmy xo

Saturday, No Particular Thing, But Jane Birkin etc.

Top to bottom: Jane Birkin, Kirsten Dunst, Edie Campbell & Gait. All sporting full fringe, straight hair get up which I have tried and failed in my younger years. Clamps and irons and straightners on these locks of mine and still no different. Don't get me wrong, born this way, no mistakes etc etc. But if someone said.. who would you like to be for a day.. After perhaps Gordon Ramsay (cause my cooking this evening was shamefull, and it would be nice to yell and swear alot) or Sylvia Plath, Noam Chomsky etc etc then Edie Campbell or Jane Birkin would be joint 4th choices.

Actually, if we are on about being someone else, definetly anyone with a working typewriter and no internet. Purely because you can't loose any of your work, and I just wrote a mediocre kick-ass monologue and it's disapeared somewhere, free and easy. Mildy jel and full of frustration, but no matter.

& I understand the title is a bit wibbly and not in keeping with the rest of this blog tittle tattle, but I'll sort that out when I've got more time and patience and chocolate biscuits.

Quote of the post: 'I'll be your millionaire without a pound to my name' -Set My Heart On Fire, Sons & Lovers.

Images via: Wild thicket, au coin de ma rue, smoke in your hair,

:) Emmy xo

Wednesday, Misc: Painted & Pretty Nails

I'm feeling that I should probably explain today why I spent a good whole five minutes meowing at the back of Cafe Nero. For now however I should say that have come to the apparent conclusion that I think the world, non, the universe is probably split into two simple different species. Nail biters and Non nail biters. ( God, that was an attractive sentence just then.) I used to be part of the latter [the dark] side. Untill my post-stress head said one morning, 'screw, it. I am free and can be anything I wish. I wish to be a non nail biter and then president. But first non nail biter, as I figure that will be easier than becoming president.' But recently have been feelin' that president of a country where I don't reside or know anything about would be significantly easier than being a non nail biter. For it doesn't come withut it's difficulties. To elaborate, I'm thinking some background information about your writer is needed here.

According to the hundered million personality, numerolgy, colour-ogy, vocation finding type test on le interweb, they have all concluded that I am some idealist intense creature most likely to write poetry and slash or paint a pretty picture before falling into a slow and deeply pit of self created depression.* Charming, maybe though albeit abusingly accurate. [..] So only it naturally stands that am crazy-lady stress-head, created at birth to become panic-y Nail Biter. Excellent.

But anyway, back to what I was typing. Apologies L. Gaga, I was not born this way, I will break out box and out my mould to become stress free woman-with-talons. Unfortunate side affects of this are: drumming on every surface I find my fingers. Tho this is mostly stair rails and in human company, much to the annoyance of well, every fellow human. Also scratching. Not in the 'don't steal my chips or I will avenge you' kind of way, but more in examples such like, my laptop has raised little lines, upon which I have begun to form guitar like melodies. Growing long nails makes one very musical, what with the drumming and harmonies 'n all. It is with this reason I feel I have benefited from being a non nail biter.

Other reason include (several many paragraphs down and I have finally got to the point of the post, yey at me) having pretty nails to show off at people, show off your non nail biting skills. Unfortunatley, this does not work for me, as I have probably mentioned, to the right somewhere, that nail polish on my ten fingers makes my fingers age approximatley ten thousand years. I feel as if I should be brandishing a quails egg wand or similiar, as described in the Harry Potter Olivander bits. Complete with warts and a drowning disposition. Well, I am halfway there at least.

I have also realised, several words and characters down this post, that the pretty pics I put with this post are of people with short nails, who are the nail biters of the universe. Boo. But maybe they are non nail biters who groom them as to not be drumming and strumming everywhere. Oo, I like it.

These people also drink pastel matching milkshakes and eat whole meal sandwhich lunches. Or they where hardcore metal bling and fondle what looks to be faded nineties pictures of Leo Dicaprio. Either way the non nail biter lives sound like the way to go. I'll leave that to you lovely readers to decide.

Quote of the post: 'Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine' -Lord Byron, Keep Calm and Carry On book. (special mensh to Chris for this one)

* Personal summary evaluated from the following: INFP (Myers-Briggs) AIS (Holland Career Interest) Violet (That thing they did in the Daily Express the other day)

Images via: studded hearts, you are my fave, mad voodoo queen, tumblr,

:) Emmy xo

Sunday, Youtube Vids: Funny

After being such a grumpy bunny lately, figured I'd share some videos that made me giggle:

The first one explains the 2nd picture, which is of Francis and Fred from 'Made in Chelsea' (love!) and their little thing on the E4 site, here, is haahah worthy, or 'lol' worthy as the kids say nowadays. (I am now 20, I am not up to day with the yoof) The 1st vid with the picture, linked here is from the boys from the film 'He's Just Not That Into You'. Which I actually loved and not many people do, which is sad. Mew, anywho.

The 3rd shot was just funny. And a personal goal. Shall learn how to knit with spaghetti once I am old. Looking forward to it greatly.

Quote of the Post: 'So now I'm supposed to run from every guy that doesn't like me? There's not gonna be anybody left'- Gigi, He's just not that into you.

(Btw, it is Sunday when I write this, 's just my laptop is backwards when it says 'Monday'. LIES.LIES. I do know what the days of the week are, obvs..)

Images via: made in chelsea, una bella vita.

:) Emmy xo

Wednesday, Misc: Split-Screen

Not much to say today. Well I say that, but that's never true and you'll end up with a six thousand word essay to read cause I can't stop spouting this intolerable drivel. But no matter, this whole thing may just be a couple more lines long. Though you never know, I might surprise myself and say a whole alot more. Oh shut up.

Split screen is my fave today, and I am 20. Which is odd. The 20 thing, not the split screen thing. Which is sort of an odd thing to have as a fave, but we've never been quite straight forward on here so, hey ho, there you go.

Split-screen is excellent because you can watch two things at the same time, watch two different sides to a story. Effective narrative, etc etc. Which works in all of these examples, the 500 Days of Summer sequence, which was expectations against reality. The Bad Day music video by Daniel Powter and the 'Split Screen, A Love Story' vid shows the side by side views of two people. (You have to watch the love story video, 's absoloutley beaut). And the clever film 'Conversations With Other Women' is also worth a watch, but it takes several minutes to get your head round what's happening and what to focus on.

Anyway, I should run off to, cause now I am twenty and in search of something to show for the past double-decade years. Untill next time,

Quote of the Post: 'Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you anywhere' -Albert Einstein.

Images via: una bella vita, fairymina, delvynmc,

:) Emmy xo

Tuesday, Colour Love: Garnet

Back with my 'organising the blog' phase. Which tells you how organised and sorted I am, referring to this creative upheaval as just a 'phase'. I'm going to try and make this permanent, I promise guys. Scouts honor, an all that. This is just the beginning of possibly a new chapter in the life and it transcends into a wide variety of areas, the blog in particular. Okay, only the blog. I'm still a scruffpot ragdoll man-child and no one knows quite what to do with me, but no matter, eyy? Anyway, on with buisiness.

Garnet, the colour of cherries and of heartbreak, I have decided. (Bit dramatic, haha) But was reading the Vogue supplement thing that came out an issue or two ago, about the new trends, and 's probably not, ahem, trendy to repeat them or anything, but I figured this is one I could go with, pretty doable, as opposed to fur or day-glo or similiar. And as shown above, this is fairly flexible with any hair colour, which, tbh is how I pick out my clothes in a store. Thus explains the 'mild' obsession with purple; the clueless and somewhat blind belief that it goes with le brunette hair.

Just thinking to myself right now, why did this particular colour movement stand out more than the others? Also, pecan pie is not as nice as I first thought.*dissapointments*. Possibly because garnet is such a rich, jewel shade, but having said all that, I just googled the definition and the actual stones, according to crystal-cure garnet comes in dark brown, green, a lighter brown and a weak peach sort of colour. Oh. What was Vogue thinking about then, when all the dark red of the a/w season were christened garnet? Well nevermind, today, it is the colour of cherries and of heartbreak. It's the gemstone of 'successful business', 'constancy in friendships' and the symbol of 'love and compasion'. It also fixes thyroids and spleens, interestingly enough. Might get one, just incase the old spleen needs a-fixin', as you do.

Another reason why this colour has stuck inside my head, more than any other usefull information, is because it's one of those trends, perhaps cause of how flexible it is, that has filtered down to the highstreet. Can't stoll into a River Island or a Topshop these days without seeing the little garnet, mustard and petrol blue sections over there. And corduroy trousers, almost. A bit Marcus Brigstocke, which could always be fun.

My contribution to this little look would be the 'frilled chiffon tea dress' up there, which I sort of accidentally bought cause I was having a bit of a wrestle with the undergarment, the slippery, cheeky thing. Let me side track a bit: I was thinking about this post a while ago, jotting down ideas and I've found that these posts slip into my subconcious and I end up purchasing what I'm posting about, which shouldn't be all that surprising really, but it is for le bank account. One day I'll post my love for a Burberry plum-coloured trenchcoat and I'll wonder later where the £400 got to. Sneaky...

& The photo up top is myself sitting with my pal JohnJohn at a party, 's a sweet shot. Apologies it's not a proper, camera infront of mirror one, but heyho, you know I own it now. & I was sort of matchy with John, so it was nice.

Would've preferred it as an oversize knit, like the 3rd pic but must stop collecting these oversized knits. It's barely ever weather-fine. But it's Autumn now, so I like to think I blend with the leaves here. *you saw nothing*

Quote of the Post: 'and you don't know what to do with your recently orphaned august daydreams.. and you set them on fire until all the trees are smouldering red and orange and yellow' -Here Is The Truth About September, Unknown.

Images Via: Style compare (originally, New Look), airanooukyuu, thus far west, HIMYS.

:) Emmy xo

(Last post as a 19 year old! Will be 20 in about seven minutes..)

Friday, Trend Hearting: Lace

Grr at awkward layout today, was trying to position the shots properly and it went all wibbly and wrong with the backspace button. And there is no 'undo' button on the internet, nor is there one in life. *pause for philisophical and wise moment*.

Anyway, on with le post. Was talking to a pal the other day about how I run a fashion blog and realised it sounded all cool and tres chic about it when I got home and came to the not-so-clashing conclusion that I don't write on here at all. The last post is probably two weeks ago. Unless.. my time machine works and the past 6/7 days (excuse the bad math, I'm lazy) have not happened/ have skipped them by completley. I'm not all Dr Who, and I don't see how that would work, but the blog sees all and is capable of things. mu-ha-HA. I digress, again. My main sort -of point is that the days are to organise and better myself, so am not taking photos of my toenails all day. Bad times, bad times. So am trying to pinpoint several days for things, blah, blah and it also shows myself up infront of you guys cause woe is moi for posting once every awkward friday ('TGIF' etcetc). Unless the time machine actually does work and ..nvm, actually back to buisiness this time.

Trend hearting. Strange title, but no matter. Lace. It didn't come up in Vogue or anything. YET. But have seen it around on the 'sphere alot lately and have been musing about its many uses.

For one, one can dye lace in many colours. You could get it in the vanilla or ice white, like the shoes and shorts (above) but it could come across quite wedding-y. Esp if you found yourself on a date or something, wearing all white lace. That would either be weirdly phrophetic or slightly phantom, depending on the guy. but screw that, if I ever get my claws on those sheer heels with detailing, I am wearing them everywhere, in public 'n all. Though I get the impression that you have to be a little cinderella for those and I am more frog prince, clump clump.

The Anna Lace dress in 'lake' (pic 2) for a measly £66-100 human pounds sterling would p'raps be more appt. It does come in 'strawberry' like the one Alexa Chung is wearing, incase any sugardaddies would like to come forward, the billing address shall be e-mailed to you and the website address is in the credits below, thank-you in advance, love Emmy.

I also found (cause this is what I spend my days and nights doing, not sleeping like normal 'sapiens, God forbid) the white mini shorts the lady is sporting (pic 1) in Ark Clothing, in Xscape, yey. So if you're in the Yorkshire area, pop by and see 'em, cause thats an awesome bit of detective work and research I just did to find 'em there kiddo, if you do find 'em, I did all the hard work and slog harhar. I should try out for MI5...

The jacket's cute. I always think of lace as a sort of fragile fabric, spotted alot on the trailers of the new Jane Eyre film, all bonnets and such like. Wouldn't wear it in the rain, but it looks durable enough, the metal zips and buttons take it away from feminine and more frank and masculine. But in a feminine, lady sense, if that is clear or not at all.

Also saw flourescent green lace skirt found here, thought it was beaut and fascinating in a nineties day-glo sort of way. It comes in gloves, not the green kind, but the conventional wedding white kind. Which would also make the material almost flexible, but then you see it on church hats and underdress and think cup-of-tea doilies and dolly darling twee things. Maybe not as metal zip rocker chic as first thought then.

Hmm. Anyway on with lives and long lost sleeping. If I find any lace that I can't secretly keep for my own (possibly never) future wedding I shall let you know, and vice versa, oui?

Quote of the post: 'There at noon they shut their eyes/ fanned by wings of butterflies; / there at night they dress them fine/ And on dew and honey dine/ then, when moonshine lights the flowers/ climb the stairs and dance for hours.'- The Fairies' House, Berwick Sayers (special mensh to Elanor for this xx )

:) Emmy xo

Images via: you are a princess, phoebe-cherie, ark clothing, french connection,

Friday, Website Finds Part 2

By my times, it is Friday, honest, but after I've posted this it'll be Sat'day, and blogger will be all wrong. Cause I know it always says the date above the title for some reason and I figure I'd better explain about why it says Friday, part 2 and Sat'day at the top, even tho the part one to this was like a week ago.. but hey, on here I guess that's how we roll.

But this isn't even a website post today, Imma being terribly cheeky misleading when I say , Godguyz, website coolness over here! (Bit of an odd holler, granted, but I was trying t be streetwise, forgive, forgive) but it follows on from the last lazy post in a sense that I got in a minor, in my head, hissy fit slash 'ooh lightbulb moment' phase of thoughts that I should do a HIMYS post for the loveerly readers out there. Unfortunatley, for the photo opps, Imma only in possession of a silver wibbly gadget of a camera, that I've probably spilled orange juice down. again, so the quality is a bit poor; you may have to blur your eyes, blink a bit, overcharge on the old imagination and pretend I suddenly went all Rankin on your ass and created images of blinding brilliance, ahem. And there aren't any shots of me and my squiggly wiggly fringe pouting and putting lipstick on, waiting for my chance to come. Cause recently, perhaps a dawning and oh-so-realistic fear has come up about being all old and twenty, and I've just come over and morphed into this thirteen year old man-child that slouches about in mens tracksuits and dark chocolate hobnobs, wailing and weeping over a wasted, mad-cracked misspent youth. But am almost over it, now reborn into an 'oh the places you'll go' new age slice of optimism, but saying that, I live in a house full of thieves and somebody has nicked my personal stash of dark chocolate hobnobs from my dress drawer and from my heart, so I've slipped back, not so momentarily, off the wagon and into the sulks, so nerr at life. Perhaps not a moment and a face that should be captured all over the net, y'know? Some other time, maybess, when am not so much man-child hag lady, coming out in hives and sexyness, waiting for exam results, panic panic, breathe deeply.

Which, I should explain, is what has eaten up le entire summer, rock and roll, and why, my summer photo album, shows not of drinking shots off of some gentlemans hot bod in Magaluf or similar, but of det and nom and Latin origins. Crazy times, man. Esp in picture three, that awkward moment when your nail polish matches the colour of your revision book. (Y'know, there are times, flashes of life, when I think that I just can not get any cooler...)

But that is what this is, an inadequate homage, if you will, to HIMYS or an advert for Paper Chase, here and here, either or. But a summer of bad-ass insomnia, an embarrassing over load on the fashion magazines, more so than usual, just so I can get my cut of the outside world; I'm hoping it's the same as I left it. However, totes man, who cares, Imma free chicken again, YEY. To finally live my live, 'born free, as free as the wind blows.. . as free as the grass grows, de dum de dum de dum' etc etc. What shall I do with my new found free, last counted moments of yoofdom. ? *shrugs* I dunno, tumblr, fb or summat. Same old same old...

Quote of the post: 'cause it's hard to feel like, you're worth something in this life/ we're just waiting for a chance to come' -Waiting For My Chance To Come, Noah and The Whale. (omg, just seen this guy on the telly perform at Reading Fest, you and your braces, mister noah man, come and sing me some o' your lullabies.. cheers)

:) Emmy xo

Inspired by: Daisybutterr

(She can be my website find of the Friday)

Thursday, Website Finds Part 1

How I Met Your Style:

HIMYS is a photography based blog, with intimate shots and sneaky peeks into the personal spaces of the most famous bloggers on the 'sphere. If you're a loyal browser of Elle Uk magazine, it's a bit like 'Closet Confidential' (which is one of my favourite pieces) but in cyberspace form.

I haven't heard of the bloggers, and if you can see from my frequents in 'Reading List' over there >> that there probably aren't many blogs out there that I haven't at least heard of. (I'm coming across well read and fairly learned here, not my intention. Just sort of shows how much possibly pointeless time I spend perusing what feels like every blog on the net.)

These are cute girls with seemingly charmed lives. Not like I'm jealous or anything. Obvs. But apparently a full fringe and an extensive jewellery collection are the criteria of running a successfull blog these days. Deffo not jealous. Unfortunately I only have a half a 'comb over', depending on whether it behaves itself, and rings are tricky in my experience, since they always seem to end up down the toilet bowl. Okay, only one did, and I still don't know how it got there. It was a tenner from Accessorize and it was beaut I'm still sore about it, mpmh. I do however have a ridiculous stash of bracelets (check the url, lol) and necklaces and the odd trinket, so I reckon I'm about halfway there.

Despite my blue and grumpy shaded review of HIMYS, I do actually recommend it. I forget where it was recommended to me, perhaps from another blog. Why is this not surprising? Anywho, HIMYS has clear pictures, a little interview at the end and although I'm not yet on there(aha, jk)it does pick people whose lives and personal spaces you'd actually want to look into.

It doesn't post very often, probs because it doesn't have as much hits, probs probs because growly reviwers like me paint it as rather silly. It's not, honest. Check it out guys and maybe they'll post more.

Which reminds me, I'm not terribly disciplined with braceletlady and I intend to change this, which is why are labels with this post, shock horror, pick up those jaws, (okay only one) and it's actually got a day attatched to it and a sensible title. I have plans. It'll be interesting if they actually come through..

stay tuned. ;)

Quote of the Post: 'Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.' -Doctor Seuss.

Images: Minnie, Dylana+Natalie, Gemma, Ashley, I can read.

(cause blogger is fairly awkward, the credits are backwards..I'll leave you to decipher this.)

Marriage, Maltesers And JJ Feild

1. Audrey Hepburn and Mel Ferrer.

Married for 14 years from 1954

2. Prince Phillip and Queen Elizabeth II.

Married 63 years from 20th November 1947

3. Julie Andrews and Blake Edwards.

Married for 43 years untill his death in 2010.

Not feelin' especially sentimental or anything, I just thought the pics needed sharing. Yey at marriage. For moi tho, perhaps a series of kittens and an endless supply of maltesers. Or the priesthood. But would happily settle for JJ Feild..

Quote of the post: 'One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes'. Unknown.

:) Emmy xo

Images Via: starlings, people in love, le petit bijou

Take Me Away, A Sweet Escape

Preferably to somewhere with a swing and some sea. Perhaps Spain or similiar. Though I remember there's one at Barnsley Metrodome. Hm

Anyway, back to work. Boo.

Quote of the post: 'Take me away/ a secret place/ a sweet escape/ take me away to better days/ a hiding place.' -Pocket Full of Sunshine- Natasha Beddingfield

Images Via: Milk, stuck with her, Emma Holland, Lyrics reg,

:) Emmy xo

Oh Shoes, You Crazy !

Shoes are my favourite sometimes, cause literally, they're a walking piece of art. And most of the time significantly cheaper than an original Monet or similiar. I'm rubbish at them tho. Buying shoes. Because sometimes I don't happen to be wearing socks or I forget my size (which ranges anywhere between a 4 and a 7) Can never walk in heels with everyone watching (one time, when I was buying prom shoes, I was all glittery and wibbly. Infront of the whole store)And the Schuh assistants are always awkward cause they stand over you while you undoe all the laces and put you foot in and walk around abit and feel all uncomfortable and pretend you remembered the right size and realise you're hobbling round the store on one foot with no socks (or replacement sock-tights where they always have holes in) and you forgot to paint your toenails and you mumble that they're fine, but in reality they're really not and you have to go buy them cause the assisstants work on commision or whatever so they'd be really pleased if you'd just spend 40 quid on the things so they'd get 10% trah lah lah, but as soon as you get home they're going to hide away in a cubpboard which is not what they were meant for cause some poor kid stitched the soles for 20pence an hour. (Anyone know any ethical shoe sites, pop 'em in my comment box, will you?) Mm.Feel bad about the rant, feel as if should be on Grumpy Old Women and make all my viewers cry. It's not 'that' bad at Shuh, I'm just really crap at shoe buying and dealing with other humans, so put the two together and ima disaster waiting to happen. My personal solution to these day-to-day quiffs is to bulk buy classroom pumps (size 4, £2.50) and live in those until they inevitably wear out from all the walking and prancing about. Only problem is I look about six years old, not nearly 20 and an Adult. And ask any guy, they probably won't say 'classroom pumps, you say? Excuse me while I undress..' So unfortunatley, am sexless being (which I don't mind, in all honesty, Ima tricky lady to be with, and if you aint Christopher Bailey, design director of Burberry Prorsum, you aint mine, kiddo.) with holes in le shoes, cause of my unreasonable phobia of shoe shopping. (and jean shopping, but that's another story)
So, ahem, long story short, pretty heels (for moi, anyway) are to be in a glass cage , admired at from afar. I shall buy them and sell ticket viewings.
The favourites being the Christian Loboutin pair (5th from the top), specially designed for the English National Ballet. Jealous much. Where are mine?
I know many people can't walk in shoes, but this is rather ridiculous. They're all glittery tho. I'd love to see a shot of a ballet dancer trotting about in those. Note to self, must take up ballet. End goal: walk in C.L shoes and be excellent.
2nd Fave are the Chanel Couture (2011) heels (bottom shot) with the lights. Did wonder how long it would take them to put some lights in a pair of heels. Cause they have them in kids trainers, don't they? Confession: I'd like to still be able to fit into those. It's no fun being 19.5 and not having lights on ballet flats and classroom pumps. Boo. But now they're on heels. Things are good again.
Am also loving the lucite (is that the material?) shoes (2nd from top) with the trapped ants and spiders. Don't know who designed them, but applauds and kudos to you, you creepy genious. Would be a bit mean for the ants and I'm not agrophobic or anything, but would scream like the six year old girl I secretly am if I wore heels with ma-hoo-sive tarantulas in. Even if they were make out of lucite.
Creative heels are also fun, like the Rodarte wooden ones and the leafy ones at the top. Sehr sehr funky. And the fourth from the top Vivienne Westwood shoes look like the snitch in Harry Potter, and any shoe Harry Potter inspired well deserves a mention.
The sparkly studded rainbow ones are also incred. snazzy, harr, harr. Not realy me, cause I dress like a six year old, but appropriate for the mini punk in everyone, perhaps.
But enough for now, my chickens, off t watch Made in Chelsea (how have I not heard about this until today??) and pretend to revise Syntax..

Quote of the Post: 'Courage does not roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying ''I will try again tomorrow''' - Mary Ann Radmacher.

Images Via: I can read, house of milk, my name is chloe, lace and tea, elle, like neely o hara, party tights, taylor alexandra,

:) Emmy xo