Goddess, I Am.

I read about Ichigo Shoes through Fashionista Fortune Cookie’s contest (it’s still on, by the way), and when I poked around their Multiply site, I was immediately blown away by their awesome collection of Oxfords. It’s Oxford heaven, I tell you, and I wanted them all right there and then!

To my dismay, however, it seemed that everyone else was lusting after the designs I really wanted, so there was a very good chance that I was going to end up empty-handed. But I went ahead and texted them anyway because, hey, never say never, right?

I decided to try my luck and get the navy/white Kenny first, just to see how my feet will fare in ‘em. Well, to make a long story short, they didn’t have it in any other size but mine! Imagine that! And so it seems that it does pay to have midget feet, after all!

My new babies finally came today. Aren’t they to-die-for?

Of course, I had to take ‘em out for a spin pronto!

They’re a perfect fit with nary a millimeter to spare, so it’s impossible to wiggle my toes. It’s a tad uncomfortable for the moment, but I’m expecting the leather to stretch with time. I think I’m going to have to wear them constantly until they give, which, as you can guess, I shall do so with pleasure.

I’ve also put in an order for my second pair, the gorgeous floral Jacky. I wanted the Ivy, too, but I didn’t get as lucky there. And, oh God, the gray Madox is calling out my name . . .

The Husband is so going to kill me! I better start thinking of a good argument to justify this compulsion to start a new shoe collection. After all, it’s not like I’m getting expensive matouk linens, or $500 purses, or anything remotely ridiculous like that, right? Yes, that should work.

Confession time! I never really knew what was going on in the world unless I read about it on Facebook or Twitter, or if The Husband told me. I’m even worse with celebrity news. I know, I know. It’s the Internet age and news is everywhere, blah blah blah. However, I open so many browsers for work that opening a few more just to read the news really isn’t something I would go out of my way for.

That has changed since I got Agrippa. You see, there’s a very nifty (and free!) app called Flipboard that makes the news so much more accessible to me. I get my news (plus my Twitter and Facebook feeds) in a fancy magazine-like interface, and it makes browsing for news so much more pleasurable.

Honestly, I can’t believe how gossipy this app is making me. Flipping through content just to see who bombed what and who the wireless cctv cameras caught canoodling this time is now becoming an integral part of my day.

I am such a dork, I know.

I am on the hunt for the perfect pair of Oxfords. You know, the shoes.

Unfortunately, the ones I’ve found in these ‘ere parts apparently do not fit midget feet. And this, in a country predominantly populated by midgets.

So I’ve taken to trawling the shops online, but I’ve been very disappointed with the ones most Philippine sellers are selling. They’re a freakin’ dime a dozen, and I really do not fancy running into people wearing the same stuff as I am. My days of shopping for Korean pre-orders are over, thank you very much!

Right now I’ve broadened my search a bit more to include US and Canada shops. And it’s been very disappointing, too. But I guess shouldn’t expect too much from the land of non-midgets with non-midget feet. I did, however, find 14K white gold diamond stud earrings on buy.com for $180, but I can’t seem to muster the same amount of enthusiasm for jewelry as I have for Oxfords.

Why couldn’t my feet be a size – just ONE size – larger?

I’ve decided that Polyvore is the bane of my existence. I’ve known of it for ages, but I have never really gotten around to using it until the fabulous Meream of Bored and Crafty asked me to contribute to her Book Style series. Two Thorn Birds-inspired concepts later, I was addicted. And the rest, as they say, is history. (Articles on Hinkley lighting and canker sores be damned!)

Now, for the longest time, my sister has been trying to get me to create my own vision board. She’s a huge believer of The Secret (I know, right?), and she thinks I’m hopeless enough to actually need a huge billboard-type thingy to remind me of the things that I want in my life. (She, of course, is content with chanting in the shower. But that’s beside the point.)

And so it was that I conceived this idea of using Polyvore as my personal vision board. (What an excuse to use it more often than I should, huh?) The thing I want most is to gallivant all over the world – Europe, especially – so why not plan what I’m going to wear as early as now? Never mind that little, old, practical me won’t be caught dead in 4-inch ankle boots on a trip to Paris packed with a gazillion activities, but, hey, a girl can dream, right?

So without further ado, this is me in Paris:

And Rome (I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to go in a toga):

And Venice:

And I’m definitely not done yet! I made an entire collection out of this concept, so I daresay I’ll be Polyvore-ing more ‘travel’ outfits in the days to come. Man, oh man, what did I just get myself into?

Oh, and if you want to see the Book Style I made for Meream, you can find it here. I just love The Thorn Birds!

And no, The Husband is NOT a priest. Though he probably would’ve made a damned good one, in my opinion, because he certainly can preach! But don’t tell him I said that!

I’m busy. And tired. And sleep-deprived. And if those aren’t bad enough, it actually shows.

Look at me! I have eye bags the size of binoculars. I look like a freakin’ panda, but not in any way that is cute, cuddly, and (thankfully) furry.

On a concrete cement slab in Arano’s

But at least, I have ridiculously cool boots. I swear, I can’t get enough of ‘em. (At least, until I get these navy babies.) They’re literally giving me that extra spring in my step that I really need right now. It’s amazing how a good pair of shoes can make me happy like that.

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