Well heeled

The shoes.  The shoes! Oh, to be a Paris fashion blogger. Oooh, la, la!  Denver isn't quite on par with that scene. Even our proclaimed Fashion Denver, a boutique of sorts that houses local designers and fashionistas, falls short with its slightly cheap, a bit homemade, and very crafty'esqe amateur collections.  Sigh.  Or perhaps I'm out of touch.  After all, I was the one wearing a long sleeve plaid shirt from the men's rack at Goodwill.  But then at Max boutique, the stylie shopper and stylie salesgirl fell in love with the plaid, as I admired a pair of $700 booties and two fabulous silk dresses (which said stylie shopper tried on and took home).  Clearly I'm doing something right?! And for just $4, to boot (no pun intended).

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And another unexpected nice guy.  That's all.  But I think I like this one...

My thought exactly

I was just envisioning an outfit such as this today.  Although she's a size 0, and I'm not.  But I once owned red jeans that were quite cute (and quite possibly a size 0; it was ten years ago, after all).

Photo: Jak & Jil

(Love) The Sartorialist

Love the pants

Love the heels

Love the trench

Pencil me on

I had just returned from my brow makeover appointment (yes, indeed) with the fabulous Leah Nickie when my lovely mother sent an email about a tooth issue she was having, one that only happens with age, apparently.  I was immediately reminded of my grandma's penciled-in brows, and I felt rather silly that this young chick would already require such beauty routine.  Clearly eyebrows don't follow the old-lady timeline.        

I bought two shirts at Forever 21 and both are almost exact replicas of more expensive versions purchased from Anthropologie and Nordstrom (I might need to expand my wardrobe horizons).  But, of course, the copied versions are, errrr, a bit more disposable than the more expensive styles.  The 32 dollar price tag on the little gray number still makes me a bit weary.  Good thing those gray heels were only 20 bucks, albeit a tad too tight, but I still walk semi-gracefully (I think).  

Tasty apps for the Christmas Season... or any other of the 364 days in the year.  Just add a bottle of red wine and a date if you have one.

And, it looks like a bit of R&R is in my future...

In the name of fashion

What's worse?  That I spent $100 on quite possibly the chicest black heels I have ever seen, albeit a half size too small, or 20 bucks on a pair of gray, stonewashed Levi jeans from the men's department, that are quite possibly circa 1980?  I felt like the ugly stepsister trying to shove my foot into the glass slipper and then a bit like Large Marge (Amazon Woman if I make it an outfit) after the boy at the checkout told me he tried on the Levi's just days before, and the size 29 fit him perfectly.  And now, it's just occurred to me that I spent way too much money on items that don't come close to proper fits.  Stacy and Clinton would be mortified.  However, my new wedges from the Banana Republic Outlet received a drive-by compliment as I was getting into my car today.  That makes roughly 10 inches of "high-heel" purchased this Independence Day weekend.  And as luck would have it, today as Carlos and I ran up Mount Sanitas, I slipped on a boulder and crashed knee first onto the rock.  A goose egg has replaced a missing chunk of skin, and walking has become somewhat difficult.  Do I dare admit that I move better in stilettos than a pair of sturdy sneakers?  Just a few weeks ago my doctor advised against my heel fetish to avoid a future laced with knee problems.  And should I be bruised and immobile tomorrow, I will also find another doctor to explain it to.