Monday 13 January 2014

In Shoes I Choose To Trust Ehh

So here it is! Ta-da. 

Shiny and beautiful, like a lovely little bird on a Spring morning, or a giant Krispy Kreme (once a chubber, always a chubber).

For this week, I made the possibly inept decision to ask what I should write. I posted to my Instagram (@ryyhethers), and got the replies 

"How much you love your Clarks shoesies, and therefore, me" 

and
 
                     "About how people from Canada are amazing?". 


Never thought these two subjects would come near each other, but here it is.


This is Karen.



She's my oldest friend's big sister, and essentially has been my big sister since about four years old. She now works for Clarks shoes, and holds the proud title of...

My Shoe Pimp


It's less of a 70s, Brooklyn-esque pimp situation, and more of a Mama Morton role she plays - in return for the beautiful shoes, I am going to make her the biggest and best Lush bouquet for her wedding (this is also my way of fishing for an invite...yes?)



Now with all the build up, don't get too excited, but here they are; my rather sexy, if a little battered, shoe collection.






This is a brown leather loafer, with some lovely detailing by the tongue, and some fun tassels too. They are taking forever to wear in, but I know that when they have been they will be my favourite shoes and so comfortable to bumble around it.




These go really well with a pair of woollen trousers I own to create a Mad Men, 1950s era look.























This pair of boots have been the most usable for me. They took me about a week to break in and since then have been a dream. The only slight annoyance for me is that only one side of the zips work, but I'm unsure if that's only on my pair as they're samples of the collection. 


They're a slightly lighter colour and work really well to make a casual outfit look a bit smarter.









These really quite sexy Chelsea Brogues are my most stylish shoes for nights out. They give good support without being clunky, and the brogue detailing on them jazzes up plain Chelsea boots into something more exciting.


As you can see from mine, they can scuff, but do polish up to a really good shine in a matter of minutes.










Lastly, but my no means leastly (is that a word?) my favoruitest pair of boots ever, and if I could I probably would sleep in them....




I've named these my Indiana Jones Boots, as they're really easy, knock around boots that work with almost any outfit and more importantly make me want to go on adventures. The leather is really supple and has moulded completely to the shape of my feet, making walking any distances a breeze, and the super flexible sole provides additional comfort.

Ok, so there's one recommendation down, now for the second.

NAME AND SHAME TIME:




This is Katelyn.

She's from Sarnia (which is apparently both a real place, and I've been told is like Narnia), which is in Canada

We met because Kate started working at Lush Reading with me as a Christmas Temp, and is now part of the permanent staff, and I'm really quite happy as she's a pretty good friend now.

So...yeah. Canadians, and by default Canada, are absolutely fantastic. They're polite, helpful, and that Canadian there has shared my love for TV shows that I've never found in someone else (oh good lord it sounds like I'm proposing). 

Not that I could; Kate has been dating the same guy for the last six years, and he's kind of the reason they moved across to the UK. They're a tragically sweet couple, even when 'discussing' who left crumbs on the sofa.

OH! And Katelyn's Mumma came to visit before Christmas and she is awesomely cool and lovely too, and through Kate has taught me the tale tale signs of if someone's had surgery (hint; check out the neck), so needs a shout out and a little section for her too.

Katelyn has a blog of her travels and life, and you can find it here:


kate123.blogspot.co.uk

So that's all for today. Comment with what you want to hear/learn/see for the weekend and I'll work on making it happen, if not you're getting a book review.


okloveyoubyyyyyye 

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