Good afternoon, Wednesday you humpy hump you. I'm very much looking forward to the long weekend. Very, very much.
So this may seem crazy to you, but sometimes I have an overactive imagination. Always have. For instance, I might imagine Khan as a professor in medieval studies at Dartmouth, driving around campus in an old Volvo wagon with a thermos. Or sometimes I think about what life would be like if I could live year round in the Hamptons, socializing with gardenias in my hair in the Summer and perfecting one of many considerable skills in the off winter months- you know- learning to be a ninja, mastering the art of French cooking, or writing the great American novel. Or maybe my mind wanders to a life filled with adventures more akin to a gypsy or Peggy Guggenheim. It's true. I dream a lot, and usually dream pretty big. I'm prone to conjecture. What can I say?
But then the rational side of my brain chick slaps the more absinthe soaked, decadent side, and I come back down to Earth (yowie, that hurts) and live the sort of regular life I have. I bring my lunch to work, I try to take the subway (have not yet perfected that one), and get a sensible amount of sleep. I try to work out and say the right things. My clothing of late is more of an adult version of Garanimals than anything else, and I'm somehow relieved I've become a bit of a practical girl. It's a lot easier than my former, more reckless self. But sometimes, I want what I want and it has nothing to do with getting enough leafy greens or buying clothes that will go the distance. You know how all of us have met that guy that's a little bit dangerous but you don't care? Yea, that's how I feel about shoes. Yup, shoes. Not quite as hazardous as some of my past liasons, but still...
I couldn't help but click on am email the other day from the Dreslyn, a site all shopping addicts should stay far away from, because it's full of the best junk you could ever put straight into your bloodstream, not to mention right out of your wallet. Of late, my smug satisfaction in agreeing to no longer shop online has pleased me, if not bored me to tears. But I'm defenseless against the new line of shoes from Common Projects. I mean, I'm human.
These boots. Sweet mother of the Lord. They are so wrong for me, yet so right. I am in love with a white shoe and I'm not ashamed, well, maybe a little.
For starters, I live in New York City. A white boot is an absolute joke/terrible idea in a dirty, gum filled sidewalk of a town like this. Sure they come in black, but the WHITE. They would be filthy in two seconds here and result in the ultimate walk of dirty, dirty shame. But the WHITE.
Second, I don't really wear heels anymore. It's not my style, I frankly find them somewhat vulgar, and I'm way more into feeling grounded and close to said ground these days. But these. Hot, sexy, so wrong for me. I love them. I love that the description of them clearly states "open mouth for easy on". (It's warm in here, right?)
Third, white boots. Yes I already said that but Labor Day is here darlings and if you are an old guard, medieval type, you wouldn't dare step out of your Brooklyn brownstone in these past early September. Well screw you, because I would. Again, and again. And then again. Because I'd wear these with that last bit of bare leg, with a black dress with some volume, or I'd rock them with a skinny black cropped trouser. I'd wear them with a black blazer and boyfriend jeans. Most likely I'd sleep with them. Because they're all kinds of wrong for me baby (not too mention expensive as sin) but I want them in the baddest. They are perfection. PS- I know some of you are questioning my sanity right now (aka my husband). But love is blind. As in blindingly white. As in I know they are just shoes but they are not, really.
It's been a while since I've been so tempted by a fashion object but I'm pretty sure these are worth dreaming about. And that little black track shoe they're making for $500 is threatening my more sober approach to shopping of late...but I digress. Because Woman by Common Projects, I'm afraid we're not meant to be, even if you are completely irresistible. It's not me, it's you.
If you're a lucky type who can spend some cash on a boot this season, please buy these. And if you live somewhere pristine, you should own this. And if you're not grounded in reality, go forth in these. Please. Do it for me. For now, I'll only have them in my dreams.
Cause that's what's up this woozy Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in white boots and big dreams. XO