About 5 years ago, I bought a pair of black sling-back shoes for some friends' wedding (in Barratts on Graften St. if anyone cares). Over the years, they became honoured and treasured, being rehealed and repolished many times. If they could talk, they could tell manys a tale, as they say. I often bought other black shoes, but for some reason I always went back to wearing the old reliables. Not only could I walk in them, they gave me a decent lift and of course, were sexy as hell. The time has come to admit they have past there day and for a while now I've been trying to replace them. This, I've decided is simply impossible. My requirements are as follows:
Black, leather shoe
Covered pointy toe (must cover entire toes, no “in between” parts peaking out)
4"-4.5" heal
Durable heal (meaning made of either metal or black wood, just not leather basically)
Sling back or full pump (see? I’m not fussy)
I can find combinations of all of the above, but finding one shoe that fits all requirements is proving impossible. Why is this so difficult?
So I’ve been talking about starting blogging for quite a while now - I am eventually embracing this blogging thing. Let's see how long it lasts....
I had planned on starting my blogging on Kinasewitz.net with the story of how I became a Kinasewitz. It's a few weeks ago now, but I'll give a quick few notes on the wedding and honeymoon.
Nota Bene - I still go by Lancaster. My excuse is that my visas are in that name so if I change, they will throw me out of the country. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
The wedding was fun, but I have to admit I've enjoyed other people's more than my own. As anyone who knows me will attest to, I'm not afraid to be the centre of attention, but your wedding day is more attention than you ever thought possible. Making sure everyone else was content and smiling every 2 mins for a photos takes a lot out of you. I was very narky on the day and could probably have done with a swift brandy from time to time to calm the old nerves. But despite the monstrous spot on the side of my face and a hair style that let's just say didn't turn out according to plan, the most important things went off smoothly. Suzanna scored, Ailbhe taught all the yankees to irish dance and Ryan spun Josephine into the next world. Oh yeah, and we both said I do and promised to love and honour each other till death do us part. No obey, sorry Greg :-)
The honeymoon - now this was worth getting married for! We stared off in Cinque Terre (5 coastal villages north of Pisa). This is my kind of place. We hiked through the villages one day and although it nearly did us in, it was worth it. We stayed in Monterossa - one of the busier of the villages. Multitudes of restaurants, gelateries and the local wine was great. Then onto Milan, where the highlight was of course, the World cup final. The atmosphere was like nothing I had ever experienced but the only comparison I can make is when Ireland went soccer mad in 1990 when we got to the Quarter final - times 100. It was pretty cool.
From Milan to Venice, which I wasn't as impressed with but my judgment may have been impaired by the 20 million mosquito bites on my body. With the air-conditioning in our room not working, the night porter trying to convince us that 24 C degrees was "very cold" and my entire exposed body adorned with massive red bites, I spent my first night in Venice reading in the bath! Things did improve from there though once they fixed the air-conditioning the next day and we found something to ease the itching a little bit - but I still maintain that Venice was my least favourite of the places we visited. Everything was for the tourists - maybe there is an authentic part that we missed but from what we did see, spend the extra days in Cinque Terra.
Then on to Rome, which I liked. Lots to see, do and eat :-) We stayed near the Colosseum and every time I'd see it, I'd still go wow. When you see photos of something all your life, seeing it in front of you is a weird feeling. It takes a bit of getting used to.
Enough, they will never return to your blog.
-Clodagh