Um hello? This is the event I have sexy dreams about.
So naturally, like I imagine occurs to most people when visiting this revered establishment, I experienced mildly dangerous heart palpitations and went BUUUCK WILD.
|Mustard colours...yum...or not.|
|I didn't buy this. I SWEAR.|
I go gaga for the pieces that I brought home.
No later than the next day, the good folks at Purolator showed up at my door with a cardboard box and the key to my heart, A.K.A. my new Jeffrey Campbell combat/grunge boots. If you've never heard of my man J.C., the footwear designer extraordinaire, take a look at the Jeffrey Campbell website (warning: you might want to sit down for this).
I am a self-proclaimed shoe ADDICT and I'd take his creations (and the resulting empty bank account) over rehab any day.
|Yes, they have slits in them "à la knife attack." They're like a serial killer's fetish.|
|I'm starting a J.C. collection. 2 down, 1000 to go.|
I won't be blogging for an entire week starting Sunday. I'm off to Cuba to celebrate graduation with my best friends and in the meantime, maybe give my skin a good roasting; well-done on both sides please and thank you.
I hope that my resulting "total-body-aloe-vera-coating" healing regimen will make me worthy of the champion's title in the epic battle of "Lisa vs. The Canadian Climate."
Let it be known...Winter, I spite you!
Buenos Noches Amigos