Bookbinder Shoes. Mine Precious!

As I stated the other day, nonexistent readers, cute Golden Means was the source of my downfall. Her post about the Bookbinder shoes led me to AnthroLand where I fell in luv.

If you read the reviews, there are some fit issues as in actually keeping the shoes on which is one of the primary functions of shoes if you think about it. Wearing them; walking in them. I normally hate heels, preferring Keds to about anything except for boots, but these shoes are a must. They call to me like a siren to Odysseus. They are actually comfortable not to mention transcendentally representative of my identity, focus and soul. All that crap from from a pair of overpriced, whimsical shoes. When you find something that touches and represents your identity, focus and soul, you want to hold on to it. BUT THEY WON'T STAY ON!! I bought heels doodads, but they still flop around off my heel. As I stated in my review on Anthro, I am keeping them even if I have to carry them around, put them on and stand in a corner with my back to a party just so everyone can see my too-cool-for-school shoes. And when I say too cool for school I am talking about where I work. Sadly, they are too cool for my school.

These are the shoes for the true bibliophile. Maybe I'll decorate with them.

Here are the darlings.

SOMEBODY READ MY BLOG!!!!!

Golden Means actually posted on my blog, and I am so happy. She has a cute and peppy blog about, hold your hat, Anthropologie. I know, I know. She is also the incredibly wicked, evil temtress blogger that posted pictures on the Bookbinder heels which inspired-made me buy them. Style entrapment.

I love my Anthro Society Picnic fat sack skirt!

Hello out there! I love, love, love the Picnic Society Skirt. I can see the “Picnic” in it, but I haven’t figured out whose “Society” it is yet. The size 2’s of the world? Generation Z with $11,000 in AnthroDebt?

Oh, who cares. Let’s talk about what’s really important. This skirt is adorable; it’s made of bright and vibrant faux vintage style hankies in reds and blues and flowers. It is everything a flirty and fun Anthro skirt should be: it has style; it has color; it has that unique vintagey feel that Anthro has, and it is really not that flattering. Cutest skirt ever, and I look like a fat sack in it. To be more accurate, I look like a really cute fat sack, but the elastic waist is an oopsy daisy. (See below for definitions,)


Have you ever noticed that while Anthro has the cutest clothes, all too often they are not that flattering.

Don't make me prove it. Because I can.