I have always suspected that I was an 80 year old trapped in an 18 year old’s body, but that old lady (let’s call her Dorothy) has really been manifesting herself a lot more in my daily activities. With zero social interaction over the long weekend and a broken-down car, I am cooped up in my house and have taken to devouring Margaret Atwood novels and pulling weeds from the garden. This computer is my only escape.
Since I am pretty much the living embodiment of the nutty Little Edie from Grey Gardens right now, I need some fabulous heels to compliment my infringing social awkwardness. Yes, I think these heeled brogues will do. I tried on a pair with a similar heel at Aldo last week, and it was a pleasant surprise to discover that they were actually rather comfortable and fun to walk in. Chunky heels are awesome, spindly heels can go die in a hole of Tom Ford. Or something like that.
Do you think little Edie would’ve been into the whole ‘Patrick Robinson=Head designer at Gap?’ I think so. When I saw this page in Teen Vogue, I gasped and immediately made a mental (and physical) note to buy thermal socks at the next possible opportunity.
Finally, this is kind of irrelevant but I love Elton John. Praise that little sequined man for being so darn amazing! I could listen to ‘Your Song’ for hours. And I really want this t-shirt (SO NOT Little Edie) but the Ebay seller might as well cut off my right arm than have me pay $50 for a t-shirt.
Okay, I am done ranting.