The atmosphere of this photo is amazing. I love the fierce look on her face, like she says don’t mess with me. I also love the entire outfit. The kimono, the hat and of course the boots. I think if you are as confident as she looks, you can pull anything off. No mather what you wear and how old you are.
What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if?
This is a quote from Letters to Juliet and even though I am not in this tough a position I still ask myself the question what if. What if I sell my Acne pistol boots and regret that I did this? What if I terribly miss them, want to wear them everyday and have the urge to buy them again? What if?
I think I should be honest with myself. As much as I would love them to be my everyday boots, they are not. I don’t know why, I don’t know how. But they’re not. I think it is partly due to the fact that they are quite high and for that reason not that comfortable. Furthermore, I think that from far they are exactly my style, but when I wear them, they’re not. They’re to simple and classy for me. Did I just say that? Too simple and too classy? Normally I would love that, but now it makes me look boring. And I already feel uninspired lately, so these boots make it even worse.
I have a bad gut feeling when I think about selling them, because they’re just so damn pretty. For every other person they are their fav boots. But not for me I guess. I don’t want to sell them. But I don’t want to wear them either. I just want them to stand pretty in my room, so I can watch them from a distance.
This, however cannot be the case as they’re too expensive and to beautiful not to be worn. So I need to make up my mind. Sell or wear. It’s weir how you can become so attached to a pair of boots. A pair of boots I bought in New York. I have been craving them for years, just like I had been craving to go to New York for years. Both turned out to be a bit dissapointing. I think both the boots and NY match the old me. And I think I can make it work, but I need to put some more effort into it. Give it a second chance. A chance I am willing to give to NY, but no to the boots anymore I guess. I want someone else to be amazed by them and wear them everyday. I need to let go.
This is quite deep for a pair of boots, but you know, I think shoes are one of the most true reflections of how a person is.
(Oh, and about the money I receive for it, I am not sure what to do with it. I think I want to buy a pair of boots (yep in spring) that suits me, and reflects me. I am not sure whether that is a pair of Sendra cowboy boots or some other boots. But they will be boots. They are the best.)
I hate it when people call me a big girl
"When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can’t make them change if they don’t want to, just like when they do want to, you can’t stop them."
"I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel."