Legit doing a splurge vs. steal post right now because I’m legit obsessed with these slip-on sneakers I found last week at Piperlime.
I lust over clothing, shoes, handbags, furniture, gadgets, EVERYTHING, etc. that are way out of my price range like it’s my job. Not even like it’s my job – more like it’s my career. It’s a problem…whatever. These Saint Laurent Classic Skate Slip-On Sneakers caught my eye and I’d been lusting… and usually when I think about something for too long I bite the bullet and buy them.
Until….. I stopped in to Piperlime in Soho early last week. A rad salesperson was helping me around the store right before they were closing and showed me these Saint Laurent slip-on twinsies!
Report Signature Aspin Slip On’s. They’re on point. Report Signature is actually an extremely surprising brand – they’re always doing some really legit shoe that’s on-trend and SUPER comfortable at an amazingly appetizing price point. Like $495 versus $49?! HELLOoOoOoo?!?! Major score.
Fit is true to size, comfort is perfect and they look like Saint Laurent – what else could you possibly want? I cannot urge you enough to wear these with a professional dress or something super dressy! And dress it down with these amazing slip ons. Trust – it works every time. Gives you the professional girl vibe with serious street cred.
Messy room always. It’s unfortunately my MO. But I really want to say modus operandi because I like Latin phrases. At any given time, I have clothing, shoes, purses, papers, money, lipgloss, mail, magazine clippings, photos, pens, Fiji water strewn all over my bed & room. Sounds pretty gross, huh? I mean… it’s not always bad – it’s just my own level of organized chaos.
Like I just don’t enjoy hanging up my clothes. Or putting them in drawers. Unless I have company. The problem is that I have too many belongings and not enough space to store them in. The drawers? They’re all full, I promise. Organization is something I lie to myself about – like I tell people I’m organized, so does everyone? Don’t they? It’s a desirable quality, correct? I don’t own this quality by any means – oops. I’m going to stop lying to myself and own up to my disorganization and masked methods of chaos.
When I get home from work at 11:00PM and I have to be up at 5:45AM the next day, I’ll typically fall fast asleep half clothed with tons of clothes and/or shoes sprawled over my bed. They’re clean (usually) – they were probably just my potential outfits from this morning. And whatever book I was reading earlier that day, and my Macbook because I had to look something up real quick before I went to sleep, and the mail that I have to look at tomorrow morning while I have some time on the train or subway. But I like all of those things, so it’s OK for me to snuggle with that stuff. I don’t mind it. If I’m really feeling cluttered, I’ll easily move those things to a nice little section on my desk or leather bench or chair. I know exactly where everything is (MOST OF THE TIME!) and if I don’t know, I have at least 3-4 other locations on deck to check where it could potentially be located.
If what I’m looking for is not there, it’s because I didn’t look hard enough. Because when I look for the 2nd time, I always find it. Now that I’ve admitted that I’m completely unorganized in my organized bliss of a life – I am finally settling in to the fact that I’m going to be like this forever and ever. I clean my room once or twice a week – hang up all the clothes, line up the shoes, fold the unworn clothes or send them back to the dry cleaner, organize the papers and “file” them. And then later on that day, I re-start the process.
I would love to be Carrie Bradshaw-esque and store my clothing in the oven, but unlike that betch, I actually like to cook. I’m actually completely lying (again) – I can’t remember the last time I used the inside of the oven. I’d just be scared that using the stovetop would somehow make the stuff inside burn and go up in flames. Freakout!
My chaos is renewable. It’s refreshable.
I want to know how it feels to have no belongings nor keep any of your things easily accessible or on display?
I really want to know how it feels to not be a mess. This will be re-visited… time to donate… who wants my stuff?!
Received an email this morning from a chic boutique “SHU Salon” in Charlotte, NC. The retail shop offers ladies shoes, handbags and accessories, they’re launching men’s shoes this Spring. This pledge rocks and when I originally read it, I knew it was a shoe etiquette must-share.
“I’ve been sharing this pledge for over a decade…It’s so true…so relevant…so honest… 🙂
Remove your right shoe, grab your big toe and repeat after me…
I PROMISE to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. The sides and tops of my feet will not protrude out between the straps. This type of protrusion has been and always will be referred to as “bread-a-rising.” Keep bread only in the oven.
I WILL go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe. I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow. I promise not to tape my toenail onto my toe if it should fall off either. If my nails are dead, I promise to partner with my doctor to de-fungus-among-us.
I WILL shave the hairs off my big toe. If they are long enough to braid, they are too long! Don’t embrace your “butchness” or becoming one with Mother Earth.
I WILL NOT wear Crocs! Yes, I believe they are unbelievably comfortable, but I will only wear them if I am under 22 years old. Besides, we all know that Crocs and escalators do not mesh well together. Plus, the idea of washing your shoes while you shower is JUST NOT that sexy!
I WILL NOT wear suntan pantyhose with open toe or sandals even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother or sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there. Super glue is not an option, either. Not even if you are Raquel Welch!
If a strap breaks, I WON’T duct-tape, staple, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it. Shoe repair must be on speed dial. ***(I have unashamedly walked 5 city NYC blocks with one foot barefoot to purchase a new pair of thongs because somebody gave me a flat tire. And passed about 4 shoe stores because I wanted a specific pair. BAD, but worth it).***
I WILL NOT wear toe rings. Hello, the eighties are calling and they want their toe rings back. And for the good of mankind, I will make a sizable donation to my charity of choice for every toe ring I currently wear. Trust us, you should pay-it-forward for all of us. But most importantly, this little piggie wants to go home! Unleash it!
I WILL NOT say words like corns, hammertoes or bunions. I understand these are not sexy words and will not get me a date or a phone call. These are words that should remain unspoken at all times just like gas, acid reflux and diarrhea. We all know it happens, but never should be the dinner table conversation.
I PROMISE if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them. Scraping your feet on the floor is not going to grab a significant other and may scratch the hardwoods.
I PROMISE to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear…nothing is worse than dirty white sandals. WHITE is in, just not dirty white. Replace those containing millions of miles with new ones.
I WILL NOT wear Dansko with shorts or dresses no matter how comfortable and heavenly they feel. They should be only be worn in operating rooms or hospitals by those in the medical field. I will realize that if I do want to wear Dansko’s that I will just strap a shoe box on each foot and walk away the day!
I PROMISE never to say “I can’t wear that heel height at my age!” If I feel moved to say that, I will gladly say, I can’t wear that heel height for fear of death while wearing the shoes! I promise not to make my age the reason…Just say, I don’t like to look down at my peers.
I PROMISE to be able to walk properly in any heel height that I wear. A baby calf walking isn’t sexy like a lady who keeps falling off of her heels. NOW, we love a great nose bleed heel. But, only wear them if you can balance from “Point A” to “Point B” and back. If not, I will commit to Dan The Shoe Man’s High Heel Walking Class in April. (ALSO AMAZING!).
Pass this to all of your friends…
we must stick together …
Together, we can save the world and ourselves one sole at a time!
Adore. Chic. Perfect. Flats. The d’Orsay is a shoe style where the vamp of the shoe is cut away very close to the toe box, and the sides are cut away revealing the arch of the foot. These are often times made as pumps but as flats are just as versatile and give a “borrowed from the boys” look. Just picked up the Chinese Laundry “Easy Does It” d’Orsay flats which you can see after the jump. Many other majeee styles that are favorites are shown in the photo collage – personal favorites Manolo & Joie.