Snowwhite comez to town

These lovely white, laced boots would make one feel like a princess come to town, stepped right out of a fairytale. Truly impractical, they would be the perfect choice for anyone spoiled and surrounded by luxury.

Or perhaps exactly vice versa, these boots could in fact be the luxury for those who most need it. Such as myself, for instance.

I have hardly any idea what they could be worn with, except maybe with my brown-and-grey Marella tweed shorts, and the Georges Rech ivory cardigan with fur trimming around the neckline. Yes, and then some extraordinary stockings from Wolford. Hmm, that would in fact be a nice combination. Plus the perfect - and compulsory - accessory these boots clearly require: the taxi.

Li-li-li-lizardyyy

These lizard-printed boots, also have spiky heels. These
would complement my collections with the already existing green-coloured lizard boots with more angular, heavier heels. These boots would look very nice with many skirts that I have, I believe.

At the moment I don't even have a single pair or brown
coloured boots, so I would have a desperate need for them...also, I do not really own any pair that would go very well with skirts that I have (I would need a few new skirts also, for sure!). Instead, I tend to wear the boots with jeans, black or classic blue, or with black trousers with wide cuffs.

It is a bit hard to find good boots because I'm so petite, unfortunately. In general I like being of small size, but when it comes to finding appropriate boots or, say, a winter coat, I sometimes find myself regretting it. A trip to some nice shoe country down south could solve the problem, though. (Oh, and I could take those thighs too.)

Uu, spikyy!

Still ill (with a serious case of hives broken out now, I have no choice but stay at home, not to scare the kids on the streets), I have been sleeping for most of the time, reading quite an interesting book by Anchee Min on Madame Mao, or browsing online for this and that - by definition nothing useful. I promised that to myself as I fell ill.

So, among other things, I've been browsing the Victoria's secret collection this year, and come up with some beauties I really feel I should have.

In the picture, you find studded sinful niceties in silver. Very classic in a way, but also quite sexy. Could be worn even to work if long pants are covering the leg. I love the spiky heel - which might even turn out to be practical on the icy streets of wintery Finland. I mean it! I can picture myself, hacking my way up the hill with theses beauties on. Another type of ice-climbing, nah?

See how the heel curves outwards just a little bit at the end? This kind of detail just nails it. All I can think of now is, so how come I don't have them as yet??

More boots

Well, since I started, why not continue? So here some more boots I'd like to have.

I'm still (!) at home sick, apart from a trip to the doctor's today and abt 3 hrs at work. Even if I truly hate being ill, it kind of has put things in perspective. I'm not irreplaceable, things proceed without me, too. It's a very nice realisation.

I joked to a colleague today who had met a computer security guru, Ross Anderson that to me, "as first association, 'Ross' denotes something quite different, namely, a very nice shoe manufacturer". It made him laugh, which in turn made me glad. So, it should not come as a surprise that in the first picture, lovely black mocha boots from this Ross are presented. I have actually tried them on, and they are very cool.

The second picture shows boots laced all up. This pair is from Rizzo, I've tried on something very similar by a label called Via Vai, or Vai Via, or...something. Very nice also. Kind of decent and seductive at the same time. The pair I tried on was very comfortable and I would have bought the pair, if the price weren't so high. Unfortunately, girl can't have everything! (or anything, as it often seems these days on the academic joke-of-a-salary).

I like laces, the way they look, but luckily there is a zip on the side - it would be quite tiresome to really lace them up in the morning! Would add yet another hour to my morning rituals (now taking abt 2 hrs, including getting out of bed, feeding cat, making the green tea and two pieces of rye bread, reading the newspaper, shower, playing with the cat, dressing, re-dressing, re-re-dressing (just kidding here!), going to the hallway with the cat, catching her, running for the bus) for sure.

So tired..

Again, at home, sick, down with a bad case of flu & high temperature. I've got the whole week of sick leave - doctor's orders - I looked so 'dead' at the doctor's office, she said.

Is it because I visited a friend's family with one of the kids recently recovered from a flu, or was it meeting my friend in the evening right afterwards, whose child had also been ill? Or was it walking home at 3 a.m. in the rain on Saturday night? Even if it was light rain, I remember feeling quite cold as the walk home seemed endless, with no taxis to catch. I kinda hate this "Little Xmas" season.

Anyway, this sick leave is welcome relief - I've been working way too many hours this autumn, and have been exhausted, and tense, for several weeks already. However, the input has not been wasted, since many things are proceeding now pretty well. Maybe I was not able to achieve it all, but, then again, who is?

I include here pictures of boots I'd like to have - since I'm way too tired to take any pictures, all I do is sleep, sleep, sleep...sometimes I read a little also: just finished a rather hilarious book by Gigi Levangie Grazer called Maneater, which I bought in Calgary on a business trip (no, no shoes bought unfortunately, just one wonderfully violet bag of the softest Canadian leather). About Gigi herself, now there's a role model for any shoe enthusiast (I don't know if she's really crazy abt shoes, even though several shoes are mentioned plenty of times throughout the book, but at least she married off well enough to afford any of her choice). The book was ok, not anything you could call 'great literature', but entertaining - and lightweight- enough for a flight over the Atlantic.

Now that I'm finished with that piece, I'm doing two things: a) thinking of writing something a bit similar of my own b) concentrating on lovely book by Donald Sassoon on Mona Lisa, the painting. The former is just some play of a sick mind (literally!), whereas the latter is very, very entertaining - almost like reading a detective!

Otherwise, Saturday was quite nice, started by getting up around 1 p.m, followed by shopping tour of two hours or so, then an hour of tennis with my friend and the coach, and then sauna and dinner at my friend's house, from where I took a taxi home to quickly change, feed le cat and then rush into a nightclub where my friend was desperately expecting me, all alone, surrounded by men she did not want to get to know! I immediately bought her a drink when I arrived - that was by far the least I could do, having put her into the situation!

There was supposed to be some stand-up comedians performing; however, it all looked a bit dull so we decided to try something else instead. We ended up in an old jazz club nearby. It was crowded, but we felt terribly misplaced - too young to be there, a surprising feeling these days. My friend made a sarcastic comment about there being hope for decades to come, still. It was hardly a consolation. Things got even worse when minutes after our arrival, the band that was playing announced a change on the piano, none less than my former ex, the Jazz Pianist. Shit! He noticed me almost immediately, and things were not helped my being grabbed to the dance floor by some eager middle-aged man. I felt awful, I knew that my ex would think I'm trying to show off. Or something.

It took a while to get away from the man (only thing that helped was to point to him that my young 'friend' was on the piano - an immediate downer to someone of his age, or anyone: a former tennis champion and current jazz virtuoso is not an easy combination to most) and return to my friend. She insisted I go say hi to my ex during their next break. I opposed, since we didn't end it all with a whistle but with a blow (or something). Yet, as I soon saw him standing right behind us, I went over to exhange some words with him. Mistake. He was grudgy, and left almost immediately. Oh well, who cares, anyway?

Soon my friend already had to go home, her nanny was determined to leave at 2 a.m. I stayed behind, talking to a nice guy who didn't try anything. Quite a relief, even if such behaviour always leaves a girl feeling a bit odd. Of course, the Jazz Pianist would come there during the next break, since he thought I was with this guy and got jealous. We talked some, he told he got some nice grant, but got mad when I enquired about any girlfriend..and left.

Well, he still holds some grudges, it's easy to see, but then what: I never really understood him. I always liked his playing, so soft, and could easily recognize the change on the piano with my back turned. I could not help but think back to some of the good times we had, involving Russian champagne, a certain red dress, reclining on his grande piano, and, naturally - some jazz. In memoriam...I think I'll buy his solo album - the one for which I helped to pick the right versions of some of the pieces. I think I'll enjoy, listening. I prefer things the way they are, now. Come to think of it, my life truly has become a lot more enjoyable during the passing year, even if health-wise it has not been one of the best ones.

To end with, the last picture shows a very nice design of flowers gilted on leather boots. These boots would look their best in brown, worn with sleek or not-so-sleek skirts, or with jeans.

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ps. 1st, 3rd and 4th boots from Victoria's secret, 2nd from Dumond. I'd prefer the 1st in black or burgundy, the 2nd in black, the 4th in brown