Head Over Heels

A couple of years ago I went to my lovely friend Kirsty's wedding at a sweet country church. In the invitations she stated that the path to the churchyard was very uneven and that high heels probably weren't to be recommended. Pah! I thought. I'm not going to a wedding not wearing heels. I have few enough chances to rock a heel, and really weddings are the major time now when I can get done up. So I wore my very highest and most beautiful black suede Miu Mius. And of course I could barely walk in the damn things. I was clutching at all and sundry to keep myself upright. One of my friend's boyfriend (who admittedly did have to wait for an age while I crept back to his car to drive to the reception) was very snooty and critical of my choice. I almost didn't have a leg to stand on (badum, chaa!) in the argument until another guest at the wedding positively launched herself at me (although thinking about it maybe she was wearing heels too) to let me know how much she loved my shoes, and of course I felt totally exonerated. Plus the fact that said boyfriend was wearing some hideous brown mess of a shoe that resembled a Cornish pasty which of course made me feel justified in ignoring any sartorial statements he chose to make.

(Image via Kurt Geiger, The Outnet)

So, anyhoo, bored yet? No? Oh, you are kind. Well, for the wedding in SA in April I am considering a more sensible heel height. I quite like the top pair. For one thing the colour is cute, and of course the heel is reasonable. I could be happy all night in those puppies. But the strappiness? I haven't worn a shoe like that for some time, mostly because my little pig wouldn't be constrained and popped out constantly, so the strap tried to enact some revenge, converting into a cheese wire mechanism to try and slice the poor little pig off my foot. Yeah, not so comfy. So I am nervous of any other shoe that might do the same.

Actually what I really want are these incredible Camilla Skovgaards from the Outnet, but that heel's not exactly demure, is it? Knowing me I won't be able to resist a high heel, so maybe I should stop even pretending. What do you think?

Tie the Knot

(Via Continista)

As I have mentioned previously my delicious friend Kate is getting hitched. And she has set me the most glorious challenge to find the perfect shoes for her dress.

It is by Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti. Isn't it the most? And so many colours to work with.

Eeek! I love a fashion challenge. I will be back with suggestions toute suite.

A Snake in the Grass

So, I found a picture of the Temperley. The Cobra dress. Although the detailing on the neckline and sleeves is an orange-red not black. Very pretty.

I am so terribly in love with it. Plus it was at a huge discount, which obviously makes it that much more satisfying.

Let's just hope no one spills red wine on me...

Cruise Control

I know that you will have been on the edge of your seat, wondering how the Russian necklace worked out. I was pretty pleased with it. Got to work on my gurning though, in almost every picture. I look like Tom Cruise, for God's sake, with that hideous inane grin.

The Wedding

OK. So. I am just about recovered after the wedding. It was fabulous! The bride looked DIVINE, the groom's suit was a triumph (after a touch and go moment two weeks ago when an extra button hole had been added in error. YIKES! More of this later.) The Head managed to prove to everyone that he was wearing his kilt in the truest Scotch style by flashing his bottom at every given opportunity and I scraped enough time, after sorting out all the cakes, to sling on the jumpsuit and get some much needed backcombing done. (I was in fact teasing my barnet whilst sat in the boot of my car, waiting for the bridesmaids to emerge - every second counts man!)

Whizza had been unable to find the perfect pair of nude heels (we thought they were supposed to be a trend but on Friday it was looking like the only place she could get a pair would be Louboutin). She had a mad dash down the King's Road literally hours before the nuptials and snagged herself a gorgeous pair in the nick, and looked heavenly. Elle was also debating what to wear until almost the last minute. Everywhere she looked people were trying to sell her frocks that made her look like a human gift (which reminds me I opted against the bow on top of my head, mostly because she and I had by this time spent so much time getting angry about bows I felt it was irresponsible and fickle in the extreme to then adorn myself with one). Anyway she looked fabulous too in the end, and then everyone got drunk and we had a rave. Complete with glow sticks. Two fell out of my father in law's suit pocket when we got home which was odd, but also brilliant. More to follow when I get more pics...!

You Can't Make Me!

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This is a terribly nice idea and all, French Elle's famous gals without make up issue, but not for a MINUTE does it inspire me to ditch my slap. You know me, full on warpaint every day of my actual life. It's not that I think I look like a pig without it, I just look so much better with it that it just isn't logical not to.

The wedding make up is causing me probs though. I was thinking of a full on eye but then I look majorly DONE and a little night timey. Perhaps a sweeping slick of liner might be the best bet?What would you suggest?

Goooooing to the chap el and we're gooooing to get ma a a ried

The Wedding is fast approaching! I only have to get some sparkly things with which to adorn myself and I'm good to go. I attempted Veronica Lake hair last night with disastrous results. I have no clue when it comes to wielding a curling iron. I got it stuck in my actual hair, burnt myself etc etc. After 10 minutes of trying to create some soft waves I had to admit defeat. I looked like a CLOUD.

Anyway, talking about weddings, Patsy Kensit got married to Jeremy Healy on Saturday. I love The Kensit! Congratulations Pats. Liz Hurley was a guest and wore this:

(Image via Daily Mail)

I can't help but pine for the heady days when Liz thought that this kind of get up was more suitable wedding attire.

(Image via Daily Mail)

I know it's wrong. But it's just so much more HER!