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December 2011
I took a few days off to regroup and reorganize myself after my little mental breakdown. People in my office are extremely nice. I came in today to a very funny gift.
Can’t wait to wear it. I believe it was purchased at the Union Sq. Christmas Market.
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Dear you,
They say that pouring your emotions on paper, gives you a sense of relief. I’m writing this, not so that you may read and understand my point of view, but so that the emptiness that I’m drowning in lets me slip through its grip. I’m mad because I knew from the beginning that things would not work out. That somewhere down the line, perhaps we were predisposed to last 3 years max. Maybe even my failure to have faith in our relationship, was the reason that didnt allow us to connect in a way that couples are supposed to. But you see, the thing is darling, sometimes I was afraid to discuss my most intimate thoughts, afraid to show you my most craziest self, the me that sometimes trips deep into a depression hole that only days in bed can cure. Afraid that, perhaps, you couldn’t handle it. But that’s not your fault, and I am okay with that. You see, life has a funny way of resolving itself in little cliches. Cliches like, “after a breakup you know a little bit more about what you want”. I guess its true, or perhaps in my semi catatonic state, it’s the mantra that will lead me to sanity. I know now that perhaps I need someone a little bit more stronger and assertive. Someone whom I can let them see me at my utmost saddest self, and not rescue me, but understand that I will get through it with scars and bruises that heal and leave a story. But right now, Im letting go. Letting go of how horrible I feel right now, letting go of the anger that’s soon to follow, and most of all letting go of you. Always know that I cared deeply for you, and a tiny part of my heart still will, even if we continue to be friends or never cross paths again.
Xx
Carolina
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I remember somewhere in between what could’ve constituted as midnight’s summer dream, I laid eyes on a pair of perfectly constructed Alexander Wang boots. Now you must understand, even at a young age, I have been cursed with what we call expensive taste. It came as no surprise that the shell out price for my new crush was $600.
Alexander Wang’s Dakota (pictured above) represented the perfect pair of summer/fall boots I was looking for. The creamy leather, the off pink hue, the sculptured heel. I dreamed daily of being able to actually save and afford these babies, but sadly I woke up from my dream and put my nonsense to rest.
Being an avid collector of Jeffrey Campbell shoes, I came across a trickled down ready to wear version of my ethereal dream. Obviously a little more on the edgy side, as all JC shoes are, I immediately interchanged shoe crushes and fell hard for these pair of walking art. Almost identical in shape and cut, JC took on an Jackson Pollock approach and each individual pair of Mildred boots have their unique paint splatter design, and being in my price range, I knew I had to have them.
A click and a few days later, my big USPS box arrived and I knew the minute I saw them in person, I would not have regretted such decision. I’ve only worn them a few times, but they don’t go unnoticed. Remind yourself not to wear these when there are errands to run, because you will be stopped on the street by every girl and woman complimenting on how cool your shoes are.
below my babies:
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