The Voice of Worry

I have of late – but wherefore I know not – lost all my mirth. Well, not quite; I’m certainly nowhere near Hamlet’s level of sadness and introspection, but I have found myself somewhat on the grumpy side recently. You know, that state where everything seems like a big deal, nothing strikes you as terribly funny, and life just feels like hard work.

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The makings of such a mood can come from any quarter; professional setbacks, disappointments in friendships, money problems. For me, it has been due to feelings of bog-standard overwhelm. I am coming up to the sixth month of my first pregnancy, and my husband and I are currently looking to buy a house and move just outside of Paris. Not bad when it comes to life-changing decisions, huh? Add to that our full-time jobs, families, friends, my writing and coaching, and it all seems like a mountain from which even the fearless Bear Grylls would run screaming.

The inconvenient truth

And the thing is, there’s not really much to be done about overwhelm. You can roll your sleeves up, make a plan, start a list, make a Plan B, and discuss options with your partner ad nauseam, and those actions are practical and wise. But they’re not always enough to quiet the nagging little voice that pipes up at 2am and whispers some variant on, “It won’t all be ok; you won’t get through this; you can’t manage”.

GAG thyself

It is my firm belief that the only thing to do in those situations is to GAG oneself. No, we’re not getting into 50 Shades territory here; GAG stands for “Get A Grip”. It’s an old expression that sounds rather shocking nowadays, doesn’t it? In an age that favours self-examination even to the point of self-torture over the old “buck up” attitude, exhorting someone to simply “get a grip” seems callous. But I maintain that sometimes it’s the only way.

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It’s like a mental self-slap. A reminder that we really are dealing with first-world issues, here. My husband is fond of asking me to imagine how I would feel if the things overwhelming me weren’t happening – if I weren’t able to have children, if we couldn’t envisage getting a bigger home, if I didn’t have employment, friends that want my time, family who need me… The simple answer is: I’d feel pretty rubbish (he can be infuriatingly right at times)!

It doesn’t always work. Sometimes a problem really is a problem and needs talking through and solving, but it’s often just a proliferation of activity, obligations and, well, life that puts us in a tail spin. That’s when a self-shake and a firm “For God’s sake, Jo, Get. A. Grip.” works wonders for me.

DO try this at home

GAG-ing seems to work best when performed using a specific accent. I occasionally hear a plummy-voiced Malory Towers- type sports mistress barking at me. You may prefer an American drill sergeant or even an exasperated version of yourself. Sometimes I like to hear my Scottish grandmother’s voice softly burring, “Now, now, dear, you know I love you, but do try to get a grip for goodness sake”. She never said anything of the kind to me, but somehow the vision of this strong, no-nonsense yet kind and loving woman works every time.

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GAG-ing is also best achieved when used entirely on its own. No extra pep talk, no list of “examples of times when it has all been ok in the past as so will be this time too”, no reasoning or cajoling. Just a mental “No Entry” sign that brooks no argument. It’s not easy at first, but if you GAG each time you head back down the road of ovewhelm, it eventually comes more quickly and more naturally. Give it a try. I’m interested to know how it works for you!

Choose Your Words Carefully

How you word your resolutions this year could make the difference between giving up come 31 January and making lasting life changes. Make sure your words count. 

To resolve or not to resolve, that is the question. It’s the one we ask ourselves each January as the annual invitation to start over rolls around. In the media, there’s the usual flurry of “How to make resolutions that last”-type articles (the kind of stuff I love to read), along with the expected slew of “Why making resolutions is a waste of time” pieces (not my cup of tea). Personally, I feel resolution-making as an expression of the will to self-improvement is never to be discouraged: the simple act of voicing a desire to change and then attempting to do so is a massive step forward.

new years resolutions

For me, failure to keep a resolution does not indicate that making resolutions is futile; rather it suggests that the resolution was perhaps the wrong one for you, or made for the wrong reasons, or – crucially – it was badly worded. The way in which we word and specify our intentions seems to me crucial to their success. The difference between “I’m going to be healthier in 2015” and “I’m going to jog for 10 minutes twice a week in 2015” is huge. The first is vague and contains no real action, the second is specific and involves a solid commitment. Which is more likely to be kept?

Now, you’d think that, self-improvement info junkie that I am, I’d be able to sidestep these kinds of mental potholes. Think again. This New Year, I caught myself making a whopper of a rookie error as I sat down to set some intentions for 2015. There I was with a nice list of all the things I wanted to find more time for over the year – yoga, new coaching clients, promoting my work as a writer – when I noticed that every item on that list was preceded by the words “I will find more time to…” See the fatal flaw? Answers on a postcard to the woman who’s still looking through her chest of drawers to find where she left that bit of spare time she just knows she put somewhere for safekeeping.

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What was I thinking? You don’t find time for anything. I have never once looked at my diary and thought, “Oh goodie, there’s an hour a week I didn’t know about”. Time is not a crumpled fiver you come across down the side of the sofa, nor is it something you discover left over at the end of a long day. Time is finite; no-one gets any more than 24 hours in a day.

The minute I changed the word “find” to “make”, my perspective on my resolutions changed. I am going to have to make time to prospect for clients, clear space in my diary for that extra yoga class, and – whisper it – make the choice between crashing on the sofa like an extra from The Walking Dead and getting out the laptop to write. Finding time is about trying to cram even more into the day, snatching five minutes here and there. Making time is about saying no to activities that aren’t priority, crafting your schedule to work towards your objectives, and making conscious decisions about where you put your energy at any given moment – which sometimes means giving up things that aren’t useful and that don’t serve you.

yoga class

It all comes down to a feeling of agency, really. Making time puts me firmly in the driver’s seat of my life, relying on myself to make the decisions that get me where I want to be. Finding time – just like finding a forgotten banknote – relies to a large extent on luck and good fortune. And my goals are a little too important to me to leave them in the lap of the gods. Aren’t yours?

Point of View

Once upon a time, or at least up until the 90s, you could have seemed mysterious and high-brow if you said you didn’t watch TV; now you just look like a bit of a killjoy if you choose to opt out. The huge range of channels on offer, not to mention the devices you can watch them on, are undeniably tempting. However niche your interests, you’ll find them covered by the not-so-stupid box. Whether you relax with a dose of structured reality (see ITVBe) or history documentaries (Yesterday), there’s no excuse not to indulge. Yes, you’ll probably spot a few repeats in the listings as you flick channels (ahem, Dave), but you’ll also find new programs to enjoy.

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Being a TV fan isn’t something to be sneered at now – with streaming services like Netflix delivering sharp box set dramas, such as Orange Is The New Black and House of Cards, many modern shows are designed to be binged on. Want to watch the whole series in one go? Sure. Just don’t apologise for being addicted. Home-grown seris like Sherlock and Broadchurch, or American imports like Breaking Bad and Homeland, have delivered some seriously good watercooler moments over the past few years, with the kind of production values and budgets you’d expect from a blockbuster movie.

TV’s big rival has always been the film industry, luring people to the local multiplex in droves. However, with the ever-increasing cost of cinema trips, an empty wallet can make you retreat home to the TV. But is this entirely a bad thing? Instead of being confined to a crowded cinema with an errant child kicking the back of your seat, you can relax on the sofa and access a whole range of film channels at the touch of a button. Alternatively, ditch a film for a must-watch evening program and tweet or Facebook your response as it unfolds (something you definitely can’t do in the cinema). Even if your night isn’t exactly action-packed, it’s pretty satisfying to make a pointed comment about a bizarre act on Eurovision or a TOWIE scandal, then see your social media street cred soar.

eurovision

Great British soaps are another major talking point and something of an institution for many of us. Love triangles and family tiffs aside, soaps do raise awareness of key issues such as HIV, eating disorders and domestic violence, as a character’s problem hits home with viewers. When a Coronation Street storyline saw Hayley Cropper battling pancreatic cancer, the charity Pancreatic Cancer UK recorded a marked increase in people asking for support. Tons of research goes into shaping these storylines to ensure they reflect reality as much as possible, so don’t go assuming they’re trivial.

If you’re a secret telly addict, now’s the time to embrace your love of the box. Whatever you’re into – bad-ass crime dramas, finely tuned soaps, failsafe entertainment shows and everything in between – it’s not stupid, just truly compulsive viewing.

Cool For Cats

On 13th July 2014, I was followed on Twitter by a cat. Not just any cat, arguably the most pampered and fashionable petit chat on the planet, one Miss Choupette Lagerfeld. Apart from the fact that I just worship her ‘Daddy’ Lagerfeld, I am also obsessed with felines so this was the ultimate social media top trump of follows for me.

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Now Choupette’s world can be explored in a new book published by Thames & Hudson, Choupette: The Private Life of a High-Flying Fashion Cat. This charming book includes photographs and sketches, chapters about her diet and beauty regime, as well as her activities as an e-cat on the net. There’s even some of her published work as a model in fashion stories shot by Karl, sharing the limelight with supermodels such as Linda Evangelista and Laetitia Casta.

Choupette

Did you know that Choupette’s blue eyes inspired a colour palette for a recent Chanel collection? Or that she only travels with personalised Goyard luggage? I love these little insights into Karl’s life and workings. His love for this kitty inspires and delights him, and it’s a real treat to feel like you are learning secrets of this incredibly private designer’s life. Plus Choupette really is just a beautifully pretty cat. The book’s final chapter looks at other great artists such as Baudelaire, Gorey and Jean Cocteau and their love for the feline, bringing home just how special these animals really are. Meow – definitely cool for cats…

choupette karl lagerfeld

Published by Thames & Hudson, Patrick Mauriès’ Choupette: The Private Life of a High-Flying Fashion Cat is available to buy online here.

The Jobs Quest

Looking for work when you’re not working at the time can feel like quite a challenge. It’s great to be free of the job that you had perhaps grown tired of, but the lack of boundaries can present us with a blank canvas that feels overwhelming. Here are ways to apply some structure that will make the process of looking for work feel both productive and enjoyable.

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Get out of the house

Staring at the same four walls every day will leave you feeling closed in and uninspired. Grab your laptop and head out to a coffee shop or any venue where you can take advantage of the wifi. You’ll be surprised at the difference it makes to your productivity and positivity. Being around others in a busy atmosphere will help you feel connected with the world.

Structure your day

When we’ve been used to turning up to an office every day and adhering to someone else’s rules, having a lot of spare time suddenly can feel overwhelming. The best thing to do in these circumstances is manage your diary and plan your week. Apportion time for job searching, catching up with people etc. You’ll feel more in control of your week and you’ll make better use of all that time.

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Work in some fun

Google is great, but when we’re looking for our next challenge, eight hours a day on it isn’t necessarily the best approach. Sitting in front of your computer for prolonged hours at a time might make you feel like you’re doing something but actually it can leave you feeling exhausted and disheartened. Ensuring you allow for some time out is really important. It’s often during these times that we have an inspired thought or a new opportunity is presented to us over coffee with an old friend. Make sure you have a balance of work and play in your day.

Talk about where you’re at

Thought leads to words, leads to action. Expressing where you currently are, ideas that you’re playing with and thoughts for the future is one of the best ways to reach your goal by the quickest route. It’s in the discussion of what’s running through your mind that often leads to greater clarity and also new opportunities presenting themselves to you. So don’t be afraid to share your ideas with those willing to be a helpful sounding board.work

Be Patient

It can feel like an anxious time when we’re not sure where we’re headed. But it’s also an exciting time! A time of unknown possibilities and new adventures on the horizon. Allow your exploration to work its magic and don’t be too eager to ‘skip to the end’. Apply some patience and allow things to develop as they will, in the best way for you.

And God Created Woman

Last year I wrote an article about the impossibility of finding jeans that fit actual womanly shapes. Since then I have found Donna Ida. I have known about the brand for a while, but I finally got to the store on Elizabeth Street. They offer a full fitting service, and have a fancy yet practical 360-degree mirror situation installed so you can actually see yourself all the way round without dislocating your neck or talking yourself into what-you-can’t-see-can’t-hurt-you spending tactics. Online, their website offers loads of tips and advice, and it really feels like Donna Ida is listening to what you have to say.

They are a multi-brand offer so really do enable you to try as many different labels and styles as possible. And Ida – their own brand – is just brilliant, with a great range of styles, all reasonably priced. The denim feels soft and there is loads of stretch for a structured feel which also means they don’t lose shape in a few days – let alone 25 minutes – like many other denims (J Brand, I’m talking to you). All of the styles have a higher rise for the actual women among us not only craving to not show our knickers every time we bend over, but also to feel sexy and like we are wearing jeans that fit, fit us, and not teenage girls/boys/men/other body shapes. As we all know, one size does not suit all when it comes to jeans.

Donna Ida Jeans

My choice for this Autumn is the Ivy: a totally Bardot-esque blue, worn with a crisp white oversized shirt, sleeves rolled and unbuttoned to reveal to décolletage. For my shape (Pear FYI) I found the ‘Ivy’ to accentuate my waist, hold on to my butt and with the help of an obligatory turn up due to my lack of height, look incredibly French cute chic with flats. I recently used other styles on actresses Gemma Arterton (Rizzo) and Samantha Barks (Ivy Noir), fitting them perfectly for their shapes too. Tres bien.

bardot jeans

In keeping with this Brigitte Bardot theme for autumn, my newest crush is the French market shopping basket, or the ‘Couffin’. I chanced upon one whilst designing a film character and adopted it as my everyday handbag immediately. Apart from being insanely practical to chuck everything in to, I am loving the fact that they are so cheap and accessible. Plus they are not anywhere near ‘on trend’ – in fact you get your own trend for under £20. I am enjoying time away from branded handbags and It-bags and logos, which seem to have reached fever pitch since Jeremy Scott moved to Moschino and Karl is in logoverdrive.

bardot basket

I recommend the East Hampshire-based BasketBasket, they have a great ethos; they’re both fairly trade and made with 100% natural materials, plus they offset their carbon emissions to try and balance out their importation. There are styles which are lined and also fasten at the top for the pickpocket worriers among you.

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Finishing touches? Pretty much wouldn’t be Brigitte without a Breton tee, now would it? Brigitte just celebrated her 80th, and this is a look that’s classic, chic and has that certain je ne sais quoi – whether you’re 18 or 80.

Limbo Lovers

It’s always hard to get your head around how you feel about something when you’re right in the middle of it. If you’re grappling with what to do next and can’t see the wood for the pesky trees, here’s some ideas to get things moving.

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Get your thoughts on paper

This is an old favourite of mine and it works. The aim here is getting the jumble of thoughts that are on constant repeat, out of your head and on to paper. This helps you see what the issues actually are, what you’d like to change and gives you something to plan around. Don’t worry about not having the solutions yet. You need to understand what the problem is first.

Make small changes to your routine

When we’re in auto-pilot mode, it’s more difficult to see what other options might be available to us. Making small changes helps you apply new thinking and shakes up that feeling of stagnation. Buy your morning coffee somewhere new, try an alternative route in to work, do something different on a Monday night. These bite-sized changes will all contribute to you seeing things from a different perspective.

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Get out of limbo land

Much of the stress we experience when we don’t know what to do is because we spend so much time in our heads. The problem swells beyond all recognition and becomes overwhelming to the point of paralysis. The best way to avoid this is to, funnily enough, do something. Take some holiday or pick a weekend and put some attention on what you’re feeling, who you could talk to get help, what research you need to. You’re not going to be able to worry yourself out of this one. Take action, however small.

Look your money worries in the eye

Money often feels like the biggest obstacle to making a change. And it’s really easy to make assumptions about your financial commitments that with closer investigation can be inaccurate. Do you really know how much you need to earn or have you plucked a number out of the air largely based on your anxieties? Do the maths and you’ll be much clearer on what your immediate options are and what alternatives that you might have thought weren’t possible. For example? Try reducing your hours to free up time or freelancing to give you flexibility.

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Let go of the edge of the cliff

If you’re really serious about making a change, and the situation you’re in is truly adding no value, the most positive statement you can make is to draw a line under it and walk away. When you don’t know what’s next, this can seem very daunting, if not drastic. But, giving yourself some breathing space with a genuinely blank page to work with is hugely beneficial when you’re trying to work out your next move. Take a deep breath and look forward, not back.

Every Time We Say Goodbye

Living abroad is an immensely rewarding experience: the constant sense of adventure; opportunities for language learning; a greater respect and tolerance for difference. However, as an expat, one inevitably makes a lot of expat friends. It’s only natural – you’re taking language lessons together, perhaps working in international companies, people helpfully introduce you at parties (“Jo – meet Svetlana – she’s Russian so, well, foreign, just like you! You must have lots to discuss…”). And, in my opinion, having expat friends is no bad thing, it’s certainly not a worry.

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Until…

Until your expat friends come over all patriotic and leave. My refined and notoriously indecisive Bostonian friend (it’s all very “Where do you summer?” à la Katherine Hepburn), whom I have in past musings referred to as Peggy-Sue, is returning to her native land, where a new job and her wonderful man await. Despite being thrilled for her, this imminent departure makes me unutterably sad. Peggy was a bridesmaid at my wedding; she’s spent Christmas with my family; I call her when I need to work out the Big Issues of life and when I have nothing other to report than what I ate for dinner. Her not being in the same country or even in the same time zone any more will leave a chasm in my life.

All Good Things

Quite a few friends have left Paris recently – sabbatical years, travelling, job opportunities – but they all plan to come back. Not Peggy-Sue. She’s leaving on a jet plane and not coming back again. Since I found out, I’ve been heavy-hearted, with an unshakeable end-of-an-era feeling. The fact that Peg’s departure coincides with my getting married and a number of friends either doing likewise or having babies only adds to my fin-de-siècle malaise. Like many thirty-somethings, we’re closing the Roaring Twenties chapter of our lives and starting a new one; and while, in its own way, it’s equally as thrilling, I can’t help but mourn the end of a glorious period of much spontaneity and few responsibilities.

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Profit and loss

The French have a wonderful verb for which I’ve never found a satisfying English translation: profiter. It means “to make the most of” or to “fully take advantage of”, though neither seem to really capture the notion of living fully, enjoying, savouring. It’s a word I’ve often had in mind of late. Have I lived this era of my life to the full? Have I made the most of my twenties and of Peggy Sue, enjoyed time spent together, gone places and done things we wanted? I’m still trying to answer myself, and I’m guessing the reply is somewhere in the grey area of “yes, but could have done more”.

Making your mind up

So that’s what I’m trying to focus on in the run-up to Peggy’s leaving. Living deeply and fully. Enjoying every moment. Savouring the people in my world. I can’t redo the chapter of my life that’s slowly coming to a close, but I can learn from it and resolve to make the next one even more of a page-turner. I can make the trip to visit Peggy Sue (and not simply talk about it); schedule Skype dates over a glass of wine (and not just collapse in front of the television); make more time for friends who are still in Paris (and elsewhere); book tickets for that stand-up comic/play/band (instead of simply looking at the posters)…

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I’m sad to see my friend move so far away, but I have control over how our friendship evolves and the time I choose to invest in it from a distance. I can choose to wallow and focus on all the things we’ll no longer do together (silly films, Friday night drinks), or I can choose to be here now and make the most of what is. One path leads to misery and stasis, the other promises growth, joy and gratitude. Even Peggy-Sue would see that’s no dilemma!

Werk It

I am in Yorkshire. It is raining. Obviously. However, since my new find I am excited about this rain. It’s been sunny in London since I purchased the Short Rain Cape from Norfolk-based Carrier Company, and while this is very welcome in some respects (and must not end for a minimum of seven months please), I have hardly been able to contain my excitement in regard to wearing my new bit of kit.

short rain cape

You see this cape is just about my wet weather everything. As a shorter lady, this version sits just below the knee in an elegant fashion (although is available in two longer lengths) and the cut is just, well perfection. If it was ever possible to look elegant and chic in a green rectangle of waterproof fabric, this is it. And not only look, but also feel. I feel as if I glide along, fabric draping perfectly from my shoulders, smugly dry shouldered underneath. Dry and stylish, and just like Barbour it is a style that crosses ages easily, but gives you a lovely alternative to the sweat-inducing (let alone just not that Vogue any more) Barbour.

barbour

This purchase is the latest in a new direction I am trying, which interestingly in some ways harks back to my early twenties flirtation with a skater aesthetic. Carhartt have been a go-to staple for skater types for decades, and I have recently re-embraced their chinos and shorts as elements of my new grown up look. Strong, mature-coloured hardwearing cotton drill chinos that sit nonchalantly on the hips, and incidentally they make your ass look incredible. Bound interior seams and perfect finishings add to the appeal to an adult connoisseur, a person to whom quality is key.

Bill Cunningham

What is it about work wear that has such appeal? The fashion industry are constantly throwing colour and shape and texture and more and more at consumers, maybe this is a way to take a break from this sensory overload? Arguably the most important man in fashion wears only a blue multi-pocketed French work jacket. I am talking of course of the original doyen of street style, Bill Cunningham. In the beautiful film documenting his work, he explains why these jackets are perfect for him as they have pockets for all of his film and pens and things, they are hard-wearing and they are practical. Bill is a very gentle man, who has very simple tastes. His ‘uniform’ consists of his work jacket, cotton shirt, chinos and dress shoes (lace-up boots if it’s winter), and to me he is the most refreshing person to have ever existed in the fashion industry. A stylist I used to assist once said to me that you can tell a good stylist a mile off, that if she looks a bit dull in the clobber department it’s because she spends her time making other people look fabulous, and not all of her time making herself look fabulous. This quote always stuck with me, and I think this is adding to my current draw to such style, having now been a stylist now for over a decade.

Suffice to say, in true fashion industry style, you’d be hard pressed to find Bill’s jacket for ‘about $20′ any longer, which ironically is what he paid for them before he made them such objects of desire with scores of people wishing to pay a little homage to the king of street snappers. The Norfolk Work Jacket from Carrier Company is one that comes very close to the holy Bill grail. Currently priced at £68 it is certainly not the most expensive variation either. The images on their website show the jacket sun-bleached and weather-worn beautifully, evidence that such pieces create their own life from the life of their wearer. I admire a company which promotes long life, and an investment in their products, as opposed to the throw away nature so often employed when trend is involved. I think work wear is almost an anti-trend, so maybe that’s the key.

norfolk jacket

I feel, at the moment at least, that I am alone among my peers with this look, which obviously appeals to the stylist in me, but also the blank canvas, practicality and quality of the pieces is in line with my tutorage that as a creator of other people’s looks I need to retain a simplicity that inspires trust. Trust that I am 100% in creating the fabulous for my client and that I am 100% concentrating on them. After all, what’s a celebrity without the self-centred ego hmm? There’s no wonder when thinking along these lines, why it is that artists traditionally wear smocks when creating art.

chanel couture

In the Chanel atelier, all of the staff wear custom white work jackets. If it’s chic enough for Chanel, well. It stands to reason that garments which are held in lower regard than your day or fancy clothes are bound to create a much richer tale of life. Cheap, hard-wearing, neutral pieces of clothing chosen so as not to distract from the (often messy) creative process- being that stitching for Karl or trawling oysters in Dublin Bay. With pockets. Work wear is your own self-couture, buy it, live it, make it your own.

Good Glitter

I am not sure whether it is a chromosome thing, a stylist thing, or an antithesis to my grunge thing – but for as long as I can remember, I have been a magpie for glitter. Not just any glitter, good glitter. For me, a good glitter for is chunky, thick and unwavering. I am especially drawn to what I like to call Sixties Lurex; thick knitted garments with crude metallic threads running through them. Silver was often combined with a black nylon base giving a dirty grungy glitter that could easily be incorporated into a goth girl’s outfit without drawing too much attention for being girly.

dorothy red shoes

Dorothy’s hand sequinned ruby slippers from the 1939 MGM movie The Wizard of Oz were designed by the original king of glamour ‘Adrian’. A very famous Hollywood gown designer, his career spanned the 1920’s right up to the 1940’s. Adrian dressed every starlet you can possibly think of in sparkle and glamour; Joan Crawford, Greta Garbo, Jean Harlow and Katherine Hepburn to name a famous few. These slippers are officially the most important piece of Hollywood memorabilia, each pair remaining from the original movie worth an estimated $3 million. No wonder I covet them. Many covet them. Music man of the moment, Pharrell Williams even paid tribute to the glittery treads during his Oscars performance wearing a pair of custom made red sequinned Adidas high tops.

glitter

As a fashion student in my early twenties, I came across a pair of red sequinned pumps from Miu Miu. I obviously did what any self-respecting fashion student would do and promptly started eating back copies of Vogue until I had saved up enough to purchase them. That is not quite true; I bought them as soon as I set eyes on them and then had to eat white pasta with only garlic salt for flavour for months. I still have them, one heel so bent it is impossible to stand, and they featured in a piece of work I styled recently; my trashed beyond belief, wonky ruby slippers. (image below by Zoe Buckman)

If I Were A Rose

When I worked in the music industry, I created a special process to glitter {cheap} heeled pumps for a songstress on stage, and it seems Hedi Slimane loves this idea too. The ‘Flats are back’ announcement is only making me mutinously decide to wear heels as much as possible {although this is rapidly reminding myself why I always wear flats obviously as they are impossible to be speedily constructive in}. As a life long hater of the insipid kitten heel, I must confess Hedi as buggered that up royally with his AW Saint Laurent collection. I am mentioning this all now, so far from winter, as we all know such things get, ahem, homaged, quite quickly, and the things I am about to talk about are crazy money. They are also potentially my dream shoes and will go with everything all year round. See, see how I talk myself into purchases? I am a fully-grown woman who still lies to herself about how much things cost.

saint laurent glitter shoes

The shoes which currently hold my desires? Glittered. Chunky, heavenly, ankle strapped, low heeled, pointy, dirty, grungy and glittered. Grown up glitter. Get it now glitter. Get a grip on yourself spending over £600 on a pair of shoes glitter.