Addled Brain Produces Many Diors...

...or would the plural of Dior be Dior? Hm.

So addled am I of brain that I had a cacophonic and byzantine shoe dream last night, unable to be drawn. All I really remember is that I was in a store and completely surrounded by ugly, baggy dresses (the cheap sort now meant to "drape" but meanwhile look like so much sack clinging to a load of groceries), glittery handbags and high-heeled shoes jumbled in big piles. There were many pairs of Dior sandals, that much I remember. There were polka dots, wedge heels, broad ankle straps, heels the shape of yams, and absolutely nothing in basic black. It was a parliament of shoes.

And the weirdest thing about the dream is that I had a friend's dog with me--a little terrier. Help me! What is going on?

Acid Green Piping on Smooth Brown Leather...

I was just reading The Sartorialist and garance doré and am in a bubble, dreaming about men's style...my ultimate French counterpart will be wearing these shoes: http://www.corthay.fr/. Unbelievable, beauty.