A Daily Dose Of Glamour

A daily dose of glamorous inspiration…

Sole Mate

Im starting to define my 20’s & 30’s in the following way; 20’s Franco Sarto, 30’s Vince Camuto. Yes, shoes. Always shoes. Who says you can’t define the stages in your life by the shoes you wore? I’ve forgotten my early years though. 10 and under I wore jellies like they were going out of style (funny enough my 4 year old niece is following in my footsteps), my junior high years were high top sneakers (the horror), and all throughout high school I slipped in and out of my favorite penny loafers and converse without appreciating the style clash between the two (preppy vs punk?? at least back then anyway…) Luckily as I progress in age my tastes in shoes are improving (still miss my jellies though). My last few shoe purchases all have the same theme… Vince Camuto. I feel as if I have found my shoe soul mate, or at least a mate for my soles. Vince Camuto shoes are like the comfortable younger L.A.M.B sister, still very sexy but not needing to push the vertical boundaries like some designers do. Plus at 5’8, almost 5’9 I really don’t need the height.

The Intangible Red Lip

Just recently a very generous friend gifted me with a trio of YSL lipsticks in varying shades of deep pinks and reds. A luxury present for sure, and one I am not sure I would ever have splurged on for myself (Ok, lying. That would probably happen). This gift, the ultimate in glamour, at least in my opinion, allowed me to forget for a moment that as much as I want to be, Im just not that girl. You know the one; oozing style effortlessly, able to wear a gleaming red lip with little to be self conscious about.  I try. I promise I do. I walk up to the cosmetics counter, confidently asking to try on that gorgeous shade of red I’ve been dying to get, praying that this one will be the one. That I may have finally found it, the red lipstick that will instantly change my life. Without fail, I glance into the handheld mirror and almost simultaneously reach for the box of tissues. Whatever the excuse (my teeth are never white enough, I’ve allowed too much time to pass between my last lip wax… ) there is always some reason why I can never see myself wearing a shade of lip color thats not my own. Still though, I may never let go of that secret dream, to be that girl who can stun a room with her casual elegance and beautiful red lips.