Obsession Confession: Charlotte Olympia

I literally salivate over a pair of fierce shoes. SALIVATE. This my chéres is no exaggeration.
For as long as I can remember, my heart has gone thumpity-thump over a pair of finely crafted external coverings made for the human foot. Ask my parents. My Dad actually calls me Imelda Marcos.
I first discovered Charlotte Olympia on the forums of The Fashion Spot. Then, one by one, a few of my favorite fashion bloggers began posting her collections. It's like they were all taunting me. From that point on, I was obsessed. I stalked her website and even had daydreams where I'd be walking down the street and a pair of her shoes would fall down from the heavens and into my hands. No such luck yet.
Even the brand name is triumphant. *sigh* If I get my hands on my very own pair, I'm convinced I could rule the world. 


Here are my top faves: 

Celebrate a mean shoe game!

 

Obsession Confession: Freckles

I have a somewhat unhealthy obsession with freckles. I've always thought of them as kisses from angels ☺. As a young child, I used to wish I had a smattering of these magical marks on my face.

This obsession may have started with a caretaker at my grandfather's house who I loved as a child. Her name was Rose and she always smelled like cinnamon, oatmeal and fresh soap. She was fair skin with auburn hair and endless freckles on her face. She was super sweet and treated me with the utmost care. That was the start of me associating freckles with beauty.

Images from We Heart It

Celebrate "imperfections"!