I had a rather lovely time visiting my family for the weekend. It was the usual drunken binge that it always is-but this time with the added bonus of a tiny kitten, my nephew learning to walk, green contact lenses, preparing a wedding and an amazing gift from my daddy; a Victorian sewing box.
Came back to a gruelling 2 hour lecture about electronic knitting machines at 9am in the morning today, but I can forgive the fates for that monstrosity seeing as two perfect pairs of vintage bally style leather shoes presented themselves to me in the good old British Heart foundation just after. I feel the world was apologising to me. Both have a two inch little block heel, one pair are tan peep toe with braided sides, and the other pair are black leather dolly t-bars. In love.
In other completely irrelevant news, I can't stop watching the Virgin Suicides again. I thought I had exhausted my love of the film beyond repair, but it seems I've caught my second wind. Most people give it a hard time, yes it is very slow paced and yes the acting is pretty patchy. But aesthetically it is everything I want in a film. Plus let's be honest- AIR really peaked when they did the soundtrack.
She can't act, but I do like her when she's quiet.
Sophia Coppola knows that.
