Happy (week early) Birthday...

My months of hoping payed off and yesterday I took that walk down Conduit Street to Vivienne Westwood MAN and picked up my beloved awe inducing Pirate boots!




I went with the only person who understood my obsession with chunks of leather sewn together to make something beautiful, the one and only Hiba..."H" to the likes of mere Matalan and River Island shoppers. After braving the continuous rain in a pair of wedges and All Saint boots, that were know where near as uncomfortable as our runway worthy strides were letting on, we took a nice little walk to Old Bond street. We arrived to each store with every (imaginary) intention of buying what ever we were allowed to touch, ofcourse my obese tweed Westwood wallet was just recovering from the lipo and tummy tuck...so touching was all we did, admiring everything in Alexander McQueen like the works of art they were. With each new shop my mental "To Buy" list was growing, a new McQueen scarf teamed with the Faithful De-Manta Tote were second and third on that very list...what was first? The Louis Vuitton Bisten 55 suitcase.
Now I'm not the biggest fan of pretty much any bag of the LV Monogram veriety, blame the Speedy's for being everywhere thanks to the girls and gays who think they're above us because they can aquire the smallest versions and the biggest fakes, but the Bisten suitcase display grabbed me by the ankle and threw me into the store, each one screaming "CHIC CHIC CHIC" and I couldn't help but notice they'd match the Brown Pirate Boots effortlessly...sadly the £2,850 (that's including the boots) would just be so painful to spend...but save I must for this staple travel companion (carry on ofcourse!)

The Boots...

So most of the people I'm around for more than a day will discover I have an ever fueled obsession with the Vivienne Westwood Pirate Boots that's lasted around 2 years now, and while its been a rocky road, my feet are still without the amazingly untreated leather strapped boots. Why the obsession you ask? well, while being somewhat statement shoes, they have the perfect, effortlessly coolness about them. They're in that Grey space between shoes and trainers, and have the ability to make any outfit (in my wardrobe) pop!

I can't even begin to Imagine what Kings Road must have been like in the days of exclusive boutiques and the fashion forward, but it was walking along that very road (after getting lost in South Kensington) that I happened upon Worlds End, with my first full time worker pay burning screaming at me from my wallet and a need for clothes not found in Topman, The Squiggle print tops and Rocking Horse shoes in the window, told me this was an amazing find...and that my wallet would soon feel as hungry as a model during fashion week.

After going a little spend crazy on a Wallet, a Squiggle Shirt, a Scarf and the much loved Political Badge set (racking up a bill of around £400...ouch but worth it) I couldn't justify spending another £345 on the boots, seeing as I needed travel and living cough*clubbing*cough expenses for the month...a decision I've regretted ever since. It was this visit that brought a new found admiration for Dame Westwood, and while I type this I'm clinging onto hope that my mum is planning on buying me a pair for my fastly approaching 21st birthday.