Fashion Musings

I can dream about you.

If I can’t hold you tonight… a tip of the hat there to the song from the movie Streets of Fire.  I was under the weather and a bit zonked out from allergies so my fashion sense was relegated to being in jammies and robe with a cup of tea with honey and lemon.  No fashion photos to post so I started to “window shop” online to see what was out there; what was hot and what was so not!  While I do enjoy this kind of pain free shopping (the pain being when I get the credit card bill from real shopping – sometimes) often I find things I can only dream about owning along with some I can, some I will stalk like a starving wolf until they go on sale and a few that I look at with the thought of WHY is this even offered!

For some reason, maybe it’s because I saw so many celebrities wearing the dresses and I fell prey to the ‘I wanna be like insert name here’ syndrome, I’ve lusted for a Herve Leger bandage dress.  They are pricey, they are tight (very very very tight) and I have no idea where I would wear one other than a New Years Eve event because I don’t see me rubbing elbows with any stars anytime soon but again as my post title says…  Please please please let me rub elbows with Idris Elba if this dream ever comes true!

This beauty, originally $1150.00, was on sale for $603.75 at Neiman Marcus. (Image from Neiman Marcus) before it sold out.  Everything goes on sale eventually I suppose and that is a good thing but still, for me anyway, a dream.  While I can see paying this much for shoes – it’s my weakness I confess – that I would wear until one of us came apart at the seams, a dress this specialized (other than a wedding dress) is a purchase that remains filed under the when I win the lottery category.

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But I did try one on once and I can tell you this, the dresses are heavy and they wrap themselves around you firmly.  Imagine a full body pair of Spanx; now you’ve got it.  I think underwear might have to be optional but we won’t go there.  Here is me when I tried on a bandage dress.  I could see myself wearing it somewhere (heck if I knew where but I defer to the post title once again) and it did make me feel sexy but the price tag meant try on, take a selfie (please pardon the quality and ignore the pile of clothes flopped on the chair; I am terrible at taking selfies) and give it back to the sales woman thanking her for letting me try on a dream dress.

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I can honestly say now that I “wore” a Herve Leger dress 😉  Is there anything you dream about wearing and/or owning? And even better, did your dream come true?

Until next time ♥

Shoe Moments – When is it worth the hurt?

There are some shoes out there that will just put a hurt on you by pinching, rubbing, or causing your feet to swell so that if you removed your shoes getting them back on would require a crowbar and some axle grease.  They don’t have to be cheapo or low end brands either.  Sometimes even the best of shoes, the best of leathers, the best brands can do a number on you.  They’re cut too narrow squeezing your toes into numbness;  the pitch  is ridiculously high and can only be managed by someone with years of training in ballet or you have to walk slowly and carefully for fear of going splat to name a few.  I can see some heads nodding out there.

When it comes to shoes why do we torture ourselves so sometimes?  I can’t explain it other than, speaking for myself, sometimes the shoe is just so darn freaking drop dead got to have it gorgeous that we are willing to suffer for those moments of being fierce, fab, and slightly crazy.  Now if it is an event where you will be sitting down a lot and walking short distances then carry on looking marvelous, darling.  But if  it involves being on your feet for most of the wear time or dancing  – I salute you if you can do it without suffering – but this one hit the wall of can’t do this anymore with one particular pair of Pradas.  That day still brings a tear to my eye.

Hunting for a pair of nude pumps I saw them!  A light from above shone down upon them  (Ok, so it was the track lighting).  Tried them on in the store, walked back and forth with nary an issue and then home we went.  The next day practicing wearing them (on the carpet, I know the rules of return) I  thought “I’m good! Woot!”  The day after tried them on for a little bit longer to see if luck was still with me; luck had packed its bags and left town.  One foot was still great but the other one was sinking  deeper into the pain zone.  I might add that is the foot I fractured a few years ago and since then it hates me and my shoes sometimes.  A few more days of trying this that and the other hoping it would get better only resulted in the sad truth – it wasn’t going to happen without more pain than I was willing to accept.  They were a beautiful pair of Pradas but they had to be returned.  Ow!

So what is your take on the question: When is it worth the hurt?  I’d love to hear your thoughts.

The Pradas before I had to bid them ciao