The High Life

I have been craving a pair of wedge high tops for a while now. Mostly the Isabel Marant pair above. I have tried to put them out of my mind, but it is evident that they just won't be silenced.

The Isabel Marant pair are waaay out of my budget but Ash have a few nice pairs to chose from. I think a pair in black would work best for me.

And I would like to pair them with these high waisted Current/Elliott skinnies. But I don't know if I am just kidding myself that I would be able to carry them off.

(Images via ASH, net a Porter)

Skin Deep

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Why are there certain items that you can never let go no matter how much you know they are never going to suit you? One of those items for me is the skinny jean. I have hips and a bum and thighs, the skinny jean is not my friend. I know it isn't. I know it calls me rude names behind my back. I know it spreads gossip about what I got up to at the Christmas party. But to my face it is all sweetness and light. It denies having done anything wrong and asks me to give it another chance.

I thought I was over it. I thought I was bigger than that. That I knew that hanging out with the skinny jean wasn't going to make me look cooler than I really am. But over the last couple of days I have heard its call again. "Go on, maybe you remember me wrongly, maybe I do really suit you. Go on, give me another go. What's the worse that could happen?" I particularly heard it today from a pair that were wrapped around the legs of a delightful young thing with a fierce glad.

I should just be strong and ignore it, though, shouldn't I? As you have mentioned previously I don't even wear denim. Not really. Why is it so hard to just let them go, admit that while we might coexist in the world that we don't necessarily need to be joined at the hip, that they are always destined to be mean to me? WHY??!

Get shirty

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I know that it was only a second ago that I was persuading you to part with your hard earned cash for a denim shirt, and that really if I love it on you I should love it on me. But as you have rightly noted in the past we are two sides of a coin in terms of our personal style. So while I think you are all about rocking a denim shirt I am not entirely convinced for myself. Even though I love this what would I wear it with? Is it too pale? Do I just have to come to terms that I am not necessarily that kind of girl?