Friday, December 11, 2009
crickets chirping, ugly shoes, holiday blues
MOI: Yes. We know. It has been Slackerville around Fashion Bitches H.Q. lately. We have been busy with work. With holiday parties. With facing the daunting task of coming up with fabulous prezzies. For other people.
So, Pirate, what do you have to say for yourself?
PIRATE: Well, I too am suffering from a certain lack of inspiration. Malaise or Malazy? Probly both.
I did, however, get e-mail from Endless.com today (God bless them). I think they like me! They are beckoning me to come buy their most popularest boots at a deep discount, so I clicky the linky 'cos, you know, a Bitch has gotta see what boots are on sale and stuff. It's Christmas, right?
Once I stopped drooling on those gorgeous rose embellished pumps (I'll note they can be obtained for a very reasonable $99), I was aghast to note the number of fUGGly boots they are selling. The variety is somewhat staggering.
We have fUggs with studs (can be found in black or brown, lord help me).
We have the ubiquitous (and not entirely unexpected, given their non-shape) fUggs with fur, in black brown or pre-dirtied white.
and perhaps the most wrongest of all, patent leather fUggs.
There are also fUggs with corset detail (I'm not sure I find these sexy)
And of course, no girl's shoe wardrobe is complete without Zebra fUggs
. . . you know, for that "wild" look.
I note that I have seen these mostly on the feet of the younger set (e.g., High Schoolers), and so I have written them off as Too Young for Mama. Thank fUgg.
Having said that, have you seen the prices for these bedroom slippers? For the price of a pair of these, you could buy a whole lot of really nice looking boot (about a yard or so of moo-leather, by my accounting). Sheesh, my most expensive pair of boots evar were not as expensive as the fUggs.
Thoughts, oh fabulous one?
MOI: Well, I just hate fUggs. First, because they are butt ass ugly – I mean, unless you are an Eskimo, why in the holy fire of heck would you want to look like someone just shot a grizzly bear and wrapped it around your lower extremities? Plus, are we the only ones who have grok'd to the irony of the fact that these things were invented and are still produced entirely in Australia, a country where, the last time I checked, Near-Nekkid Beach Volleyball was the name of the national game, not Ice Floe Hopping?
Now, excuse-ay Moi while I log onto Endless.com and purchase a pair of those flowered pumps. Just what this grown up gal needs for her New Year's Eve outfit. Which I realize may entail a cozy track suit on the sofa waiting for the ball to drop on the East Coast (where it is ten o'clock in the Land of Enchantment) instead of a wild ass party or romantic dinner. Regardless; awesome shoes must be worn.
PIRATE: Hallelujah, Amen, and pass the Credit Card!
I still cannot understand their un-ending popularity. What message do you suppose the wearers of these wish to convey? "I'm cool and hip and shop in Australia?" Or is it perhaps, "I am a fashion lemming?"
Because this boot says to me, "I have given up and I hate myself," or "I live in a mental institution and am not allowed shoelaces."
Please, oh please, let them go the way of the Dodo.