[H&M lace vest + squash blossom necklace + Made with Love bracelets + A Wang tee + J.Crew cords + Joie lace up boots + Gorjana bracelet and pendant.]
Sold a buttload of things on ebay and more than paid for these babies. Just throwing that out there after one commenter once said, “We’re in a recession… or did nobody tell you?”
You know, joy in life is all about accepting people for who they are—recession-proof boot wardrobes and all. I’ve found more joy in my recent years in letting go of judgment; it’s like taking off a heavy coat.
I’ve been talking with an old friend lately about the people who have hurt us in our lives, but mostly the ways in which we blamed ourselves for their behavior. Dysfunctional, right? One of my very favorite moments came to mind, and it still shocks me that it ever occurred:
I remember sitting in the car outside a junky leather shop in New Mexico, backed up against the car door like a cornered cat, sobbing as his finger smeared the mascara from my eye down my cheek, shouting, “Look at this shit! What is wrong with you? Look at yourself,” all for wearing some makeup. I took it on the chin, of course, wiped my eyes, and walked into the store behind him.
His ‘concession’ to date a woman who wore makeup stuck with me for so many years, making me question every tiny thing I chose to love and pour myself into. With every new joy, I questioned: what did this make me? A fool? Shallow? Thoughtless?
Then it occurred to me: I don’t really care.
So these are my new boots. Meet them, ogle them, curse me for getting them for 70% off. But don’t you dare tell me I’m wrong.
-Carey
[Simply Red, “Stars”]
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Just when I think I can’t like you more, you include one of my favorite songs of ALL time into a post!
A woman after my own heart!!!!!
oh my mother of pearl. i want to first thank you and the stars and the squash blossom princesses whispering in the trees for tipping me off to that vest. sadly i will be donning it sans YOUR FANTASTIC BOOTS. cake on that make-up and sing your own tune honey. you are a free bird.
xoxo,
carrie
ps- i would also like to add that my hypocritical *ss purchased the f21 knockoff of those boots…but then returned them. thankfully, too. it just wouldn’t have been the same. and i can’t believe i just admitted to buying the knockoffs. any.way.
pardon me while i go rubberleg it into the kitchen and consider all i can pawn off on ebay. help.me.
Ha, ha! Oh please, sister. Knock offs still keep your feet off the pavement. 😉
here’s the thing – and you’re going to bust up on this one – i didn’t even know they WERE knock offs. then i was exiting your page, staring at your boots when it hit me ‘holy shiz those are the boots i returned. only mine smelled like gas from cheap suedette’.
BAHAHAHA!!
Say it like it is gurl! 😉 And the boots AH-MAZING! And thank you for wearin them the way should be. 😉 xo e
How can boots that that be wrong? It’s your life Carey – live it, do it, wear it, own it, and ignore the hateeeeeeeers.
Victoria
http://diva-in-distress.blogspot.com
those boots are killer.. i glad that buying your “pre-loved” burberry bag helped you get them. i can’t wait to love it too..!
Oh no he just did not. Carey, WTF?? Who the hell was that guy??!?! I am filled with rage right now – I can’t believe that story is even real. You do you, girl.
see, and the first thing i thought when i saw this outfit was “dammmn, she is ROCKIN those boots!” personally, i couldn’t care less how much people spend on things, as long as those things bring them joy. there’s a difference between collecting and consuming, and between fashion as art/expression and fashion as blind trend-following/showing off. obviously, you get that disctinction, which is clear as day if you’ve spent more than ten seconds reading this blog. and yeah, that is a beautiful song. xo, laura
I love you for so many reasons. This post is one of them. I hope I become HALF the woman you are.
Also, THOSE BOOTS.
See! That is exactly why I read this damn thing sister. You break my heart, and make me want to search the internet for some kick ass boots in the same breath…thank you.
I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT VEST!
YES. just…yes.
Ew ew ew I hate those walks down memory lane. The worst. My excuse is always that you can’t ask an irrational person why they act the way they do… Poopers. Much more fun is remembering the time you wiped out on the stairs while stalking your middle school crush or when you thought an erection was called “a royal trumpet” in fourth grade when you were the new kid. Stick to that type of memory lane! And the economy ball buster is a tool! 🙂
Well shoot, the boots are great (clearly), and how do these butt heads think you get out of a recession? It sure ain’t by not buyin’ nothin’.
So MUCH thanks to you, I totally now own these in black. And I’m entirely convinced I’ll never be able to pull them off as effortlessly you do. Hats off. There’s a walking learning curve involved for me here.
But who cares. They’re dangerously and deliciously H-O-T. Brazilian leather? Yum.
Thanks for the tip! I’m a full-fledged copy cat. Here’s to hoping I wear them. At least once. Outside the bedr—I mean, apartment.
Cheers!
I just don’t get people. How is that any of their business?!?!
You should never have to explain yourself to anyone but your husband and God!
Send them my way next time! I have no problem telling assholes to shut their pieholes!
Those boots are insane! You rock them like no one can! Exclamation Point times a billion!
I love the whole look lady…
Hugs
Great look Carey! It’s stories like that, the ones hiding in the deep recesses, that make you who you are today. Hell no! You’ll never walk behind someone who totally humiliated and deflated you. Learn and let it go, you’re much stronger now! Killer boots too!!
this is my favorite post of yours. EVAR!
i feel like you’re in my head, as i’ve been feeling the same way about my reactions to other people’s issues with me, my decisions, etc…i’m tired of caring. of internalizing.
in conclusion. i don’t care (anymore), either.
xo
ps. fuckin’ rad boots, girl.
Remember when you told me about that. Couldn’t believe someone could be that crazy. What you say about trying to blame yourself for someone elses behavior couldn’t be more true. Why do we do that to ourselves??!!
Xoxo