This post made me stop what I was doing, stare at the wall and say out loud to myself: Man, I need hobbies or a baby because I’m bo’d. I have way too much time on my hands as you’ll see. But lucky for you I spent that time taking some pictures on the toilet again. Don’t be pervy…it’s time for the Kim Kardashian shoe review!
Yes I remembered. Ok for those of you new to MODG, go back and look at these posts here
I joined a shoe club
where Kim K picks hotsy shoes and sends them to me. It’s 30 bucks a month so I was all, these better not be made of twigs, rocks and twine. So I’ve been documented my experience and shoe quality. This is the 2nd pair from Kimmy K.
So here they are. I was in the market for some trannier shoes in my life. I should say these were ordered and shipped well before my foot drama (which is way better now). I like to wear these with my wide leg jeans and be all Rachel Zoe skinny tall. Overall I like them but as you can see the “suede” is more like “crafty felt”. That’s a negative to me. But I actually have worn them quite a bit. In terms of comfort, I mean…4 inch platforms in general aren’t like fluffy beds of angels for your feet. But they aren’t stabbing me with razor knives either. Yep, that’s a velcro roller in the background. I’m so 1987.
Ta DAaaaaa, me on a toilet. What you can’t see is my pajama pants rolled up and my sauce stained penn state tshirt. It looks like I’m so hot and stuff. Especially next to my trash can which is housing some Sephora shipment packaging…as usual. Anyway, the shoes are cute on. I’ll give Kim that. I was going to resist pair 3 but I already ordered them. I know… GODDAMN YOU KIM.
So then I was like…I have some cute stuff and everyday I wear my GD 29.99 Victoria’s Secret pants and Jcrew cardigan sweater to work in navy or black. After reading InStyle this month I felt even worse about myself. Don’t you look at their styled outfits and you’re like …the F?! My boyfriend’s jeans with a sparkle blouse? I am so inadequate for not thinking of that first and I’ll never be up to par because my brain just doesn’t work that way. So I said ENOUGH of this shit. Time to take control of the situation.
That’s right, I cut that shit right out of the magazine and created:
AMANDA’S CLOSET STYLING BOOK OF THOUGHTS, DREAMS AND INSPIRATIONS
I basically cut out cute outfits and staple them in a book. I know I’m a crazy genius. I then house the book on the floor next to that one velcro roller and reference it in the morning. As I see the hotness in magazines that my brain can’t imagine, I will put it in the book. Are you dying? B totes was when he came upstairs and said what a great idea that was. At least that’s how I interpret, You’ve lost your mind.
So yes, I’m bored. Who has time for this shit besides me and who even cares that much? I wonder if I will care when I actually have a baby. Like will I still be standing on toilets taking my picture in platform heels? If you say absolutely not, you probably don’t know me. Appearance is all I care about.
I’m leaving you with that thought.
I mean Love you!