Dear Apples,
Right now I am doing this:
I know it looks like some sort of cesspool in an industrial wastedump, but in reality it is my attempt at Dries Van Noten's Dip Dye Denim. I got the idea from this girl, whose blog I seriously dig.
One $24 consignment store jacket, one bottle of bleach and one sink that needed cleaning. As Ramsey would say: "DONE".
(It may turn out amazing, or it may rot off my wrists on first-wearing. Either way, it was a more creative way to kill a Saturday afternoon than most.)
Also, I have bought a stupid pair of shoes.
A pair of shoes so stupid and beautiful and useless and amazing and must-have and what-the-hell and what-do-you-mean-you-can't-walk-in-those-shut-up and so very gaaaah that I promised if I did buy them, I'd start this fucking blog. We'll see how long that lasts.
Anyways. Let's get back to the shoes.
Now you see where I'm coming from. Anyways. I can't promise anything at this point, but I will try and keep you up to date on happenings and thoughts. Especially if my wrists do end up bleached and scabby, as that'd be more entertaining than usual.
The whole formatting thing on this blogger platform is pissing me off, so that's as pretty as this is getting.
These shoes – I almost. And I mean almost bought the same ones. I just found them too heavy. The heel kept pulling down – I tried the smaller size but it cut off circulation to my toes – which I am normally alright with – but it was extreme.
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