I would not consider myself a lady. I mean, I guess people can call me a lady but I am not ladylike—nothing about me is ultra feminine. I don't like bows, a can do without pink, and I never know which fork to start with when at a dinner table (something that my mother cringes at, but hey it's her fault that she never reprimanded me when I was wrong). I have these lady-that-lunch shoes and whenever I put them on I feel like I should curl my hair, put on a dress that hits below the knee, and write on my own stationary to write thank you notes. But I think the reason why I like them is because they are pony hair and they're CL's. I also like them because they have a tassel. I've worn them once thus far. I bet I'll wear them a lot when I'm 45.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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About Me
- Zou Zou
- 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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