Every Christmas I get a Workman Publishing shoe calendar. And every year (well, every year later), I cut out the pictures because they're too exquisite to throw away. Here's a sampling of my stash:
So, some weeks ago, in the spirit of my recent use-every-part-of-the-pig crafting ethic, I decided to make some of them into brooches. At first, I was pretty excited. I glued and rhinestoned and ribboned, all the while thinking, "Hey, I'm on to something!" But, then, without warning, the whole enterprise began to seem kind of doomed, the pieces shaping up to be -- for lack of a better word -- wonky. It was all very disappointing, kind of like spotting the perfect pair of pumps on a far-off department store riser only to find out that they have kitten heels. But such is life, so often trampled by the foibles of footwear. I'll either wear them myself or add them to my free gift grab bag, but I won't list them.
Dress: J. C. Penney's
(No need to adjust your monitor; those are indeed two different shoes that you're seeing. Although I've never braved the look myself [too much uneven pavement out there] it's my nod to Helena Bonham Carter, who's done just that on more than one red carpet.)
Pink T-strap: Payless
Blue leopard pump: Ami Clubwear
Black scarf: J. C. Penney's
Belt: B Fabulous
Bow scarf: Gifted
Fuchsia scarf: Express
Bag: Fred Flare
On an unrelated note, I may have given Halloween candy short shrift last week. Since then I've been scarfing down the leftover fun-sized snacks, an experience that reintroduced me to the joys of Twizzler-tinged Milky Ways and Snickers-scented Dots, flavor mash-ups that could come only from the fragrant fracas of a Halloween candy bowl. Chocolate and fruit, delightfully artificial and all up in each other's grill -- it doesn't get any sweeter than that.