Friday, December 18, 2009

When The Cows Come Home




Cows are cuter than they taste. Look at Talulah the cow. How cute is she? I want to pet her and let her know that she is beautiful and that I would not imagine eating her. NO...  I am not a vegetarian, but I hardly eat meat. Ok, once in a while when I get a bit intoxicated and need something that can calm my alcoholic nerves. Oh, and I do wear leather. I like leather motorcycle jackets, leather boots, and leather...well you get the picture. So, Talulah, even though I will not eat you, I will surely wear you.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Why Do Rich Bitches....




Why do rich chicks get the good stuff first? Why do they have access to the limited sizes that are available?
Why oh why are these chicks the ones i hate to look at when they are  getting married? Because they have it all and I am jealous. I'm just a girl from Jersey who happens to luck out when I get something good, while these chicks get everything handed to them. Anyone want to join the cause about these lowlife, silver spoon bitches? If so email me and we can talk. For those silver spoon bitches that have it all like Jane A, no disrespect.





Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Silver Bells

The Story: Wrap Around
The Shoe: Christian Louboutin's silver, platform, strapped heels









The End


Thursday, December 3, 2009

Are You Real My Dear


Julia loves a good pair of knockoffs. Her philosophy is, "why spend so much money when a bootleg will come out a few weeks later and look pretty much the same." This chick rolls around NYC and people think she's got the goods, but her goods are bootleg. (Side note: I'm not mad at that.) She is so chic that whatever is on her feet could not possible be "faux"—Mais Non. And this is why I love Julia, she can make a piece of shit look like a wedding cake.

Julia if you're reading... I saw these pair of Fauxberry (Burberry) boots in the window. Only you can pull them off my sweat, only you.  

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A New Thang


As I was wasting my time googling my name, looking at gossip sites, and playing tic tac toe on the internet, I came upon a blog that I enjoyed—TRADEELA. Doesn't it sound so sweet? Don't you want to run through the fields with a lollypop in one hand while wearing a light pink prairie dress? Well I do and that is exactly what I did after reading this blog that's full of awkward looking people, Christopher Robin, and tasty wordage. Skip to my Lou!
tradeela.blogspot.com

About Me

Addiction is never a good thing, but sometimes it's just what you need in order to make you happy. In my case, my shoe addiction has consumed every aspect of my life. I wonder about shoes constantly, conjure up styles that don't even exist, go crazy over anything from bougie heels to lowbrow knockoffs, drool over any stylish concoctions, and fawn over my ludicrous collection, which you will see through my weird photoshoot. (I will also showcase some heels on other peoples feet.) I am secretly an Imelda Marcos hater who does not like cheese.

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