17 Sept 2009
9:55a.m.
Whew! Child, between fashion week, my regular workload and Bloke packing up to leave for another epic tour. It's all I can do not to just crawl under my desk and take a sneaky-nap.
On the upside, this week has been just chilly enough for me to start rocking NEW FALL BOOTS.
As far as I'm concerned, boots are the only reason to stay alive through September. I still get gnarly back-to-school-blues, and if it weren't for all the gorgeous, yet shockingly expensive, fall footwear suddenly calling to me from every shop window, I seriously might not make it through.
Bloke is gone. Cue whimpering.
I'll see him in two weeks, when I'm flying out to meet him on the road. But until then, it's all about skype baby. Who'd have thought that Naomi and I would be in the same boat relationship-wise? Though, I doubt Naomi was holding different boots up to the camera and making her dude pretend to appreciate them while talking dirty. Yep that's right. Bloke does care about fashion, but not THAT much. But I've found I can get him to share my boot obsession by telling him what I'm going to do to him while I'm wearing them. It works like a charm. Now, if I casually bring up, say.. the green suede knee-highs... you know, the ones with the wedge heels? He's all, "I LOVE THOSE!!!" Just because, when I bought them, I promised to bake him chocolate chip cookies, then feed them to him wearing nothing but.* Which I then, totally did. I highly suggest this method for getting your guy psyched about anything that he's currently eh about, seriously, I swear it will work on anything from opera to brussel sprouts.
* Please be advised that health department frowns on this sort of thing.
