Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic: Ain't No High Heels High Enough...

Confessions of a Fashion Fanatic

The daily chronicle of a fashion-and-beauty obsessed, style-writing, pseudo-Angeleno who made her way from the Great White North to La-La Land -- otherwise known as Los Angeles, California -- and back again. Till the next big city calls out her name, that is.

: Name: Haute Hippie; Location: Everywhere and anywhere

I'm a Vancouverite who moonlighted as an Angeleno. My momma is the best in the entire world, and I'll argue you hoarse on that one. I've been in love only once in my life. The East Coast calls me but the West Coast is in my blood. Social butterflies -- and party animals -- are a great species. Fashion and writing will be the death of me, but what a way to go. Carine Roitfeld is fabulous. I would die a painful death if art, design, photography, fashion, music and dancing did not exist. Always kind of wondered why Smurfette was the only girl in town. I can't draw. Absolutely believe everything happens for a reason. I feel so lucky to have the girlfriends that I do. I'm a total sun baby. Think I might be a workaholic. I may have slight road rage. Ice cream and hockey are religions. I buy too many glossy magazines. Nothing beats someone with a killer sense of humor. Chivalry is really not dead. I'm a victim of minor vertigo and a serious lead foot. Always up for meeting people from paths different than mine and crossing paths with old friends. At the very end of it all, I want to be able to look back and say: Yeah, I sure lived a damn good life.

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Saturday, December 13, 2008

Ain't No High Heels High Enough...

...to keep me from wearing them out, babe....

Okay, obviously I'm a little tired and out of it from yesterday's Christmas party bonanaza, so don't mind my cheesy little shoe ditty (sung to the tune of "Ain't No Mountain High Enough", of course).

And I'm pretty sure more than half the city is hungover this morning, a la moi, because I'm pretty sure more than half the city had their Christmas soirees last night.

My toes are unbelievably numb this morning from wearing my Modern Vintage heels from 5 pm to 4 am, which made their debut appearance yesterday (did I mention they're GOLD on the inside?!).

Hope I'll be able to run through the numbness at the gym in t-minus 10 minutes.

But hey, my heels were a hit -- almost certain even Mikey wanted to try them on last night -- which makes this morning's pain so much more bearable.