Don't Dream, It's Over

Well peeps, I've said adieu to my dream.

I'd been wanting these Carvela berry beauties for so long.  They were my dream shoes.  

But though I adored them, after trying on these comfy booted heels a couple of times, I accepted that I wouldn't get much use out of them.  They're not the boots for the life I lead ... now.

They would have been perfect in my former life.  Oh I can just picture them, accompanying smart skirted suits and classic dresses.  They would be the dot over the i, as the Danes say.

These booties are just so simple, yet elegant.  And so comfy.  

Slide foot in ... and off you strut.

I loved the finish at the back, which made slipping on effortless.

But they had to go 😢, I just couldn't justify the expense given that as a pensioner, what there is of disposable income has to be spent wisely.

Of course, I had to have one last blast with them before they were sealed up ready for the return journey.  I tried them with a couple of skirts, just giving them one last chance.  But head ruled and my shoe dream was over and cosseted in tissue and cardboard they disappeared in a puff of Royal Mail smoke.

But no time for tears because Gabor Pollyanna fit my lifestyle and that's what I've kept.

They are a dream to wear.  Just the right amount of heel that my instep needs.  Great grip.  And they are leather, so I TP can keep them nicely polished.

Of course, getting to this purchase was arduous and I had to issue an apology along with the way !  I had to order 3 sizes, eventually ending a half size up from my regular size.  But I got there through dogged determination and with the help of John Lewis's super free delivery and returns.  Love that company.  

So when it comes to these berry booties beauties, my message to self is clear ...

... don't dream, it's over.

Now, dear reader, it's over to you ... 

Do you have any dream shoes in your sights right now?

And when it comes to buying footwear, is it your heart or your head that has the final decision?

A la perchoine.



Carvela - The Universe Calls Me

Hi my blogging babes!

I've been out!!  What with the storms and the sinusitis, things have been definitely quiet around here of late.  But our dear friends and cat sitters invited us round for a curry and boy was I excited about that.

I love a good curry and that was certainly what we had, and good company in bucketloads too!

So, dressing for a curry evening.  What to wear?

Well, I see an absolute essential rule.  Wear dark on top.  

Do not wear a light coloured top.  Have you found yourself with a totally ruined fave ivory top, stained irreversibly with turmeric? 

That stuff does not shift, despite the many miracle stain removers you have in your laundry room.

Ooops.  Perhaps you haven't had that experience.  Perhaps it is just me who is a messy eater and should not be allowed within spitting distance of a chicken jalfrezi.

So my outfit was easily put together, following that hard-learned rule  Black tunic top, over which I wore a black Woolovers cashmere merino sweater.  It is deepest winter after all.

I accessorised with a Moroccan wall hanging which I converted into a pendant and needless to say I was "coated", this time with berry coated jeggings.

The leoprint beauty of a bag is a Christmas present.  It's from Accessorise and is so versatile, so I will tell you more on that little beauty in another post.  Because I've got something else to tell you about today.

Taadaaah.  Look what's on my feet!

Yes, Miss Smug here is wearing the Carvela boots she fell in love with back in the autumn.  That was what was in the box pictured in yesterday's post!

These boots are even more beautiful in IRL.  So beautifully made, the suede is butter-soft and the colour is to froth at the mouth over.  And, as well as their beauty, they are comfortable. 

I stalked them for a few months but then when I saw them on the John Lewis site at half price, well, I felt the universe was telling me something ...

Here's a slightly better picture of them. You can find them Half price HERE

Now, I know they don't fit in with my uber-casual lifestyle, but should I allow myself something of great beauty in my life?  Something frivolous?  Something to make my heart sing?

Am I worth a pretty treat?

A la perchoine.