New York City, baby!!

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Us in Central Park - just after the proposal <3

Us in Central Park – just after the proposal 

Those who know me know I am obsessed with New York. I absolutely love, love, love the city. I get all emotional just thinking about it.

I can’t remember how old I was when I first realised I just had to go, but I know its all I spoke about during University. So, when I finally managed to convince Steve it was about time we went, to say I was excited, well it actually was the biggest understatement of the century. We decided to go just after New Year; our flights were booked for January 3rd – perfectly planned for ice-skating in central park and of course, the January sales.

I started my countdown early, 10 months, 9 months 30days, 8months – you get the idea. Absolutely every single one of my Facebook friends were fuming with me by the time we went. I’m surprised no one actually told me to give it a rest!

Anyway, I had the trip planned to a tee. We had a full-blown itinerary. There was not a chance I was wasting one single moment in the city. I was making the most out of every second there.

I’d booked tickets up the Empire State (day) and Top of the Rocks, (night) trip to the Statue of Liberty, a 4-hour Sex and the City tour complete with free cupcakes, visit to the sex shop and time for a quick jaunt into Marc Jacobs and Jimmy Choo on Bleaker Street. We also managed to squeeze in a ride around central park, dinner at Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant Maze, followed by tickets to see the Lion King on Broadway. And, of course, there was time scheduled for shopping.

Now, even I didn’t think that this trip could get any better – I’d been to Tiffany’s and got my necklace (we also nipped the toilets whilst we were there, as you do, and well, even the restrooms sparkled!) I’d visited the New York public Library (the inner geek in me just had to) and I’d filled my boots with pizza, pancakes and cupcakes until I felt as sick as a dog… But, well, it did in fact get much, much better…

On our second to last day we went to central park. And that was where the 2nd best moment of my life happened; Steve got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Now, I am a girl of a lot of words, but all I could manage was ‘oh my god, oh my god.’ I did eventually get out a yes! I was over the moon.

That whole day past in a bit of a whirlwind and it wasn’t really until I got back home that it hit me – bloody hell, not only was I engaged, but I was engaged in New York City baby!!!


Shoes, glorious shoes

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much money I spend on shoes. I often joke about price per wear and how, it’s ok to buy more; they’re an investment. But in all seriousness, I sometimes think, I could have bloody well made this myself…

This got me thinking – why do I give all my hard earned money to shoe designers, when I could in fact, make my own? I mean, most of the best (in my opinion) designers are men; Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo, Marc Jacobs, Christian Louboutin… and where do these men get off in being able to say what shoes a woman should wear? I should be able to decide what heel height I want on my shoes, what shade of blue it should be and not give in to the world of fashion to tell me what’s hot this season and what’s not.

I am a woman, I have my own ideas and damn right, I am going to make my own shoes.

Marilyn Monroe once said ‘give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world.’ Well, I have made a decision, I am going to enroll on a shoe designing course, make myself some shoes and conquer the world, one shoe at a time.

Watch out, ‘Maud’ by Danielle will be hitting the shelves in no time!!

Manolos, Mulberry, Marc Jacobs and Me

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Anyone who knows me knows where I come from and my values as a person. I love my family, would do anything for my friends and even though I don’t see either of them as much as I would like to, I hold them as the most dearest things to me.

In the same vain, I would not call myself shallow (and I hope others wouldn’t either) I can happily go without materialist thing; but when it comes to shoes and bags, I will confess, I AM AN ADDICT and a complete sucker for a designer buy* (*I say bargain – but it does depend on who’s eyes you are looking at the purchase from.)

Growing up, I wouldn’t say I was really into fashion, I always wore joggers and t-shirts – I hated jeans (to be honest I’m not a massive fan now – thank god for jeggings I say!) I was quite happy with what I had and never really wanted for anything…However, there is one particular memory I have a child, and it was back when I was about 6. My mum bought me this coat for school and I hated it. It was bright blue with red and yellow blocks of colour on it. Utterly hideous it was, I kicked up such a fuss, but she still made me wear it.

I remember one day, one of the other children in my class pulled the toggle and ran around me and I got tangled up in the coat. Now back then in my eyes, it wasn’t the child’s fault for doing it, no, it was that goddamn coat’s fault, and if it hadn’t been so hideous, then I wouldn’t have been targeted and had my toggles pulled….Well, that what I told my mum that evening, when I announced I hated school and was never wearing that coat again, it was ruining my life. (Not sure the drama queen has even really left me, even now to be honest.)

Anyways, what does this have to do with designer shoes and handbags?

Well, from that very young age, I vowed I would never wear a horrid coat like the one I’d been forced to wear in primary school, again. When I was older and rich (ha, I wish eh!) I was going to buy myself a nice, really expensive coat (and bag and shoes, of course, it would be rude not to.) So, now I am older (and unfortunately not yet fulfilled the ambition of being rich) I would be being disloyal to my 6 year old self, if every once in a while, I did not indulge in a bit of Michael (Kors), Marc (Jacobs) or indeed Manolo or Mulberry!

So, these days I do what my 6 year old self would have wanted me to do. I have the best relationship I can possibly have with Michael, Mark, Manolo, and sometimes Jimmy (Choo, of course.)

Now, I am by all means not flash, nor do I actually have a wardrobe full of designer bags and shoes. But, I do feel quite strongly that it is my duty to myself, to ensure that the 6 year old within me suffers no more…

So, with all this in mind, when my husband next tells me off for ‘wasting my money’ or that ‘Tesco sell perfectly good shoes and bags’ I am going to sit him down and tell him the truth…It’s not that I want these things because they’re pretty and soft and just so damn b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l, it’s because of the promise I made to myself back when I was six.

Do you think he’ll believe me? Probably not, but it’s worth a try – There’s a gorgeous pair of Mulberry boots I want and I really do need to find some way of justifying buying them before they sell out!!!

The One With the Irony

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So, today in work I had to email a document over to somebody important. I was supposed to do it yesterday but ran out of time* (read couldn’t find it). This morning when I decided I really did need to send it, could I find it still…NO. I literally spent an hour and a half going through every single folder on my desktop and the shared drive looking for it and it is nowhere to be seen. WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE WITH IT!!

Let me take you back to Friday; Friday afternoon to be precise, the hot summers day before the bank holiday weekend and an extra day’s lie-in. Being the only one in my office that afternoon I was terribly productive (the downside of having no one to talk to about Christmas, Marc Jacobs or my most recent fave topic…Paris!) Anyways, on Friday I decided that in order to spend less time searching for documents, I should have a better filing system, with appropriately named folders and titled documents. One hour later (at 5.25pm on a Bank Holiday weekend, might I add) I had finished and was extremely proud of myself. “That one hour has saved me so much time in the future” I boasted that evening. HOW WRONG WAS I?

Ironic really isn’t it.

I mean, this is my life. Do something to save me time, only to spend more time the following week trying to undo the mess that the supposedly time saving task has caused. So, this has been me today. Frantically searching and trying to undo everything that I did in my one hour of filing productivity last week. The day is over now and I still haven’t found what I’ve been looking for – if you sing that it makes me feel better about the whole situation.

So today I made some decisions.

  1.  I should definitely NOT file things appropriately – chaos and badly named files obviously works for me – and if it’s not broken; why fix it!
  2. I should quit, move to New York City and become a writer or open a cupcake café*.

*Either/or really.

I’ll probably pick the one that pays the best to be honest – that way I can afford to buy more shoes and hopefully not have to use my credit card. Ha. No, in all seriousness, I must reprimand myself for even daring to think like this. After all, isn’t that what credit cards are for? Shoes.