Fashion triumphs and beauty disasters

So I have tracked down the Chloe-fake shoes at Top Shop in Covent garden and bought them. It was only by pure luck. The sales assistant I asked said there were none in stock. Fortunately another member of staff overheard and rescued a renegade pair from the stock room that she had remembered being delivered over from another store. I thanked her so much she looked at me as if I was a weird desperate foot fetishist  (insert correct term). In buying them I have saved £700 - the real ones are £800 and then some.

But with a ying there always has to be a yang. 

So I popped out of work while I was waiting for a meeting to get my eyelashes and eyebrows tinted, as I had done in Swansea (it immediately looked nice there...they do it in the middle of Debenhams department store so it has to). Unfortunately the woman didn't understand when I said the word "natural" and has given me almost BLACK eyebrows. And not just that! She thickened them. I've got two slugs on my face! It looks fucking ridiculous. I look like frankenstein's aunt. In an effort to get rid of some of the hair she'd just died I told her to pluck them. The worst bit is I had to go straight back to work afterwards with frankenstein eyebrows and bright pink skin all around them. 

The moral of the story? 

Don't be a retard and get your eyebrows done in the middle of a work day. 

PS. Its now pissing it down outside. The weather understands my anguish.

Fashion Love From Afar

The stylist here has an amazing pair of shoes. They are so amazing that she wore them two days in a row. If a stylist wears something two days running its got to be the shizzle. And I have a major crush on these shoes. I dreamt about them last night and when I woke up this morning they were in my mind. Its love. But its unrequited. They cost £800ish and that would hurt my bank balance. That's more than I paid for my entire hallway to be replastered.

So brace yourself for the sheer loveliness - here they are, the Chloe Susan:

And here they are in red. Apparently they also came in green but I don't think those were so popular.

Not only are they gorgeously detailed they are also slim to the leg - something I, with my stick legs quest for. But look, this love affair will never be consummated. My feet will never enter them (lets just stop and take that sad fact in). 

But I do have some cheaper options. 

Here are some rather good copies from Office called the "Nighthawk" for £80. Slight hitch is they are sold out.

These copies are by Jeffrey Campbell - hitch is they just aren't as good. Plus they are over £100 and not as good.

These are from Freepeople and they are actually pretty cool. Hitch is they are over £200. 

Hey look there is no happy ending in this love story.