I have been searching high and low for the perfect skull scarf. I was looking for one with smaller skulls so as not to overwhelm the rest of the outfit while crossing my fingers for a navy blue one too. Turns out it was quite the feat to find but luckily landed right into my lap the other day so of course I threw it on immediately.
These are literally my favorite shoes; the Regina wedge by Jeffrey Campell. I first saw them here and stalked them for months. I would pull them up online and just sit and drool over them wishing I had the guts to open up my wallet and empty it for them. I was amazed when I discovered that an entire year slowly ticked by and I still hadn’t forgotten about their perfect wedge, their soft, suede cutouts. I knew that was the limit; they had to be mine.
I actually bought two previous pairs before I landed on these ones. I had wanted them so desperately that when the first pair I bought cut into my toes I was grief-stricken and threw myself onto the floor. I returned them and reordered another pair, knowing the perfect pair was somewhere out there.
The second box arrived at my door and I strapped them on quickly, taking my first few steps. Suddenly I heard it, the slightest of squeaks as my foot rubbed inside the shoe. Noooo! I couldn’t believe it. I walked all over the house ensuring I had heard what I heard. It was true. They squeaked. Again, I threw myself down onto the floor.
I marched into the store to see what could be done. Low and behold, there was a suede version. I immediately traded the leather pair in my hand for the buttery-soft suede ones. I put them on and smiled when they felt just right, hugging my feet like long lost friends finally reunited; now best friends for life.
Being the oldest girl in my family I am constantly reminding myself about my role as the eldest, remembering that I need to be a positive, role model to my younger sisters. Growing up, I had always wished that I had an older sister to help me along the way, show me how to do things, what to avoid, teach me things I sometimes learned on my own or from a friend. Because of this, I strive to be that sister, the one I wished I’d had.
Sister’s are truly a blessing and I am lucky enough to have three of them, Mary, Natalie, and Sarah. I often wonder if I am doing everything I can to help them grow as people. I try and make sure they know I am always available when they need someone to talk to, hoping they’ll confide in me if they feel there isn’t anyone else to turn to. Often times, though, I find myself learning more from them and realize they are here to comfort me just as much as I strive to be a support to them. They are all so wonderful and I love them very, very much.
The other day, Sarah told me she missed my outfit posts that I used to do when I first started blogging. I stopped doing them after a few months of starting this blog but felt I could throw one in here just for fun; for old time’s sake. So Sarah Sue, this one’s for you baby girl (: