Good morning my little hand-wrapped spring rolls, how’s every little thing?
Me? I’m great. My calves hurt like the thing that has inappropriate snuggle-time with its mother, but that’s what you get for wearing perilously high heels for eight hours and then climbing The World’s Steepest Hill (editor’s note: might not actually be the world’s steepest hill, but then again Tenzing Norgay never had to climb Everest in fabulous pair of red 5″ heels)
Full disclosure: These are
Alexander McQueen – 237691W0FC0 (Love Red) – Footwear (wah) on sale. I tried to find mine, which aren’t quite as perilous as these seem to be, but they’re a few years old and well out of production.
I only wear those shoes on the Feast of Pentecost where everybody wears red to celebrate Tongues of Fire, which seems a little weird but far be it from me to question why the founding church decided to set aside a day to celebrate my favorite vermicelli bowl at that Thai place the health department keeps shutting down. Good times.
Last week you all showed your fabulous generosity by helping Stevie the Blind Flood Puppy and I am so moved by that if I didn’t have an iron-clad control over my tear ducts (or weakness glands, as I like to call them) I would have done that thing that people do when they’re happy and they start to leak. But not that thing that you accidentally googled at work one day and then had to bake the IT guys cupcakes for a week for not telling your boss. Oops.
Little bit o’ news:
Next month is going to be Shoe Month, we’re reviving the beloved-but-labor-intensive Daily Kick for the entire month of June. We’re going to have a combination of flats, heels, loafers and what I call “art shoes.” Some I’ll pick as actual recommendations, some will get in because they’ve caught my fancy, are an important expression of what’s happening in fashion now or heck, they’re just interesting to look at.
Which is a delicate way of saying I don’t want this to be a month of “But Plumcake, I can’t wear flats/heels/loafers/sandals/things with open toes/things with closed toes/shoes that aren’t cobbled to my speshul speshul feet by magical invisible shoe-making elves who use only the finest baby unicorn leather and charge $13.99 for five complete pairs because that’s how much I’m willing to pay for a shoe because blah blah blah” and OHMIGOD JUST DON’T DO IT OKAY? There are thousands and thousands of you and I love you all, but this isn’t Harrods, I’m just one girl, I’m not trying to get all Omnia Omnibus Ubique up in this biznitch.
So what’s been going on this week? Anything exciting? I got pseud0-dumped in a really funny way AND found my Holy Grail neutral lipcolor this weekend, and I’ve got features on both of those coming up this week, but I want to know what’s going on with you. Warning: if you talk about that silly smoke monster show I WILL make fun of you.