I have my Louboutins, my Jimmys, my Manolos, my Kirkwoods, my Atwoods and my Edelmanns. Now I finally also have my Casadeis.
Seeing as I'm off to my beloved New York in less than two days, I obviously needed some fabulous new shoes to trot around Greenwich Village in. And when I say 'trot', I of course mean stomp as it's been highlighted to me in the past that's apparently how I walk.
Some would argue I don't really need more shoes amongst the 196 pairs I already have, but they just don't seem to understand the harsh reality. It's Manhattan. People judge you by your feet rather than your face.
Plus, if we are going to be fair, I actually didn't have any Casadei shoes or any green shoes. So strictly speaking, I am killing two pretty exclusive and highly necessary birds with the one stone and really saving myself both money and closet space. I'm just trying to be a bit practical.
There is something about Italian footwear that just gets me every single time. And unlike Italian couture, Italian shoes actually do fit my stubby hobbit feet as well as pretty Italian girl feet and are not exclusively designed to fit Allegra Versace. There's such exquisite detailing and amazing quality in Italian shoes that you can not find anywhere else in the world and every time I can treat myself to a pair, it's like at least three Christmases come early.
These beauties are now getting cosy between the Pradas and the Miu Mius in the Italian closet section and so far, they seem to be getting on. What a relief, right?
It is always incredibly difficult bringing new babies into the family. Trying to see how they get along with the other children, who out of the older kids will accept and look after the new additions and who will just keep pinching them behind mummy's back and placing the blame on someone else. Oh, the difficulties of modern family constellations.
Now, what is 'Pea Green Perfection' in Italian?
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| Timeless Italian shoes on stubby hobbit feet. |
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