Thursday, 28 February 2013

It's the final day of Febshoeary!

For those of you who haven't heard me banging on about it, Febshoeary is a charity fashion challenge: For the whole of February I’ve been wearing one pair of 4.5-inch high heels, every minute of every day – from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to sleep. All to raise money for Soles4Souls, a charity which has provided more than 19 million people with shoes.

To raise the stakes, I’ve done various silly activities that you wouldn’t normally DREAM of doing in high heels, such as rock climbing, dance classes, cycling, jogging, horse-riding.

So, how are my feet?

It’s been painful. I have blisters, hard skin, my knees are constantly weak, my soles are sore, and my shins are buggered. My doctor even warned me to stop. But this pain is nothing compared to the real problem...

Did you know that 1.4billion people suffer from diseases that could be prevented if they had suitable shoes? Diseases such as hook worm and Elephantitis? And That 300 million kids will grow up without ever having owned a pair of shoes? And if that wasn’t bad enough, thousands of tons of perfectly good footwear ends up in landfill each year.

So what have I learnt?

I’m a self-confessed shoe addict. I own more than 100 pairs of shoes which is beyond excessive. I already knew this. So WHY hasn't that stop me before?

In all honesty, I’ve been kidding myself that my shoe collection is a funny anecdote. But it’s not. It’s just ridiculous.

Yes, shoes are a massive part of my fashion identity, but now when I see a beautiful pair of shoes in a shop window, I don’t feel giddy and reach for my purse, I walk straight past. That’s because I’ve resolved to make use of all of my shoes, instead of buying new ones all the time.

What have I raised?

For every $1 raised, Soles4Souls can distribute one pair of shoes to people who really need them. We’ve already raised $1,439 – that means 1,439 pairs of shoes!

We’re so, so close to the target – so please get donating,  and spread the word - only one day left!

And a MASSIVE thank you to everyone who's already donated :-)

Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Review: Primark strawberry nails

Why DIY nail art when you can buy these adorb strawbs for £1 from Primark?

That's right. One English Pound.

If I were to complete this nail art myself, it'd take at least 45mins (with drying time), 4-5 coats, and 5 nail polishes (inc base and top coats). Even if each polish was £1, there's no way I could get cheaper than this.

Admittedly, I don't always feel comfortable buying from Primark, what with the usage of appallingly cheap materials and (probable) slave labour, but they don't make it easy. Do they?

How can I resist these yummy strawberry nails for only £1?!

- Did I mention they were only £1?!
- Totally cute design
- Not too flimsy or thin so they stay quite strong and don't break or crack

- Someone much poorer that me probably made them
- Cheaply-made, some of the design is irregular with pattern faded or chipped in some places
- The accompanying glue is weak and all of them pinged off until I used my own nail glue

But all in all, great nails at a brilliant price!

So have you tried these yet? Would you rather do your own DIY nails or would you opt for a cheaper and more convenient option like I have?

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Superstitions and the story of The Unlucky Blouse

We're all a tiny bit weird or superstitious. Many if us believe in old wives tales, have funny little traditions, or attribute significance to completely unimportant items.

But why?

Personally, I'm terrible. I never put new shoes on the table and I'm always winking at magpies. I have a lucky pink fountain pen, and I never throw anything away (ONE DAY I WILL NEED THAT LIMITED EDITION SPICE GIRLS NECK TIE).

I even have an Unlucky Blouse. Yes. Really.

It's vintage, I bought it in a charity shop. Somewhere in it's lifetime it's obviously been cursed by a voodoo witch doctor. Examples of its unlucky power: I was wearing it when I got my first/only parking ticket, when I fell face-first in front of a bunch of builders, when I scraped my car on a bollard, when I chipped my tooth, when I dropped my iPhone down the loo.

But still, I wore The Unlucky Blouse, despite the curse that had befallen it. Then came that fateful day last year... (ooo SUSPENSE)
Me in The Unlucky Blouse (Pre-Itsu)

It was my first week in my job, and I went to Itsu for lunch (very young profesh).

I sat down with my tray of noodle soup (mm soup, I mean noodle soup, I mean soup!). Until I knocked the tray and it went flying. Suddenly I was covered head to toe in boiling hot, smelly, slimy broth. I sat horrified. Burning.

Eventually, I dripped to the bathroom, humiliated in front of the busy lunch crowd. In the loo, I peeeeeled off my sodden blouse and jeans, soothed my red-hot skin with some cold water, had a pitiful weep, and eventually pulled myself together.

But I couldn't go back to work dressed in Hot Noodle Couture.

So I stuffed the soggy clothes in my bag, hid my nakedness under my big faux fur coat, and hurried back to the office.

That was the last time I wore The Unlucky Blouse, and the first time I went to work wearing nothing but a coat.

I'm never going to wear the Unlucky Blouse again, but I'm not going to give it to charity either - the curse of The Unlucky Blouse must end! I know I'm not the only one with silly superstitions like this. Do you have any? Do you believe my vintage blouse is truly cursed?

Saturday, 2 February 2013


It's February.

WRONG. It's Febshoeary!

Eh? What's Febshoeary, you ask? Well, it's a charity fashion challenge.

If you follow my blog, have read previous posts, or know me at all in any way, you'll know that I have a bit of a shoe fetish. It's bordering on the ridic. So ridic, in fact, that I started to feel a bit silly about the whole thing. Especially when there are literally millions of people worldwide who don't have any shoes at all.

Over 1.4 billion people worldwide suffer from diseases that could be prevented if they did have shoes. Diseases such as Podoconiosis (aka Elephantitis) are 100% preventable with basic foot hygiene and by wearing shoes.

Yet we put thousands of tons of perfectly good footwear and apparel in landfills each year.

So I’ve launched Febshoeary to help raise money and awareness for the real “shoe problem”.

For the entire month of February, I’ll give up all of my shoes, except one pair – a pair of killer 4.5-inch heels. I’ll do every thing in them – my daily three hour commute, bike rides, Zumba classes, gym sessions, bowling, horse-riding, sledding… EVERYTHING.

My month-long journey will be documented on my sexy new website, as a daily online diary of my progress, and to basically prove "YEAH, I'm killing my feet for charity".

So if you want to help make my shoe pain worthwhile, make a donation.

Only £1 can buy a pair of shoes for someone in need. £1. 

Every penny goes to Soles4Souls – an amazing charity which has already given shoes to more than 19 million people worldwide.

So spread the word, share the website, blog about it, tweet about it, and if you fancy it DONATE!