Dancing in parentheses as they are not strictly dancing shoes, but the long ribbons attached to them that so conveniently lend themselves to wrapping around the ankle and tying up a bow make me remember my childhood fantasies about becoming a ballerina.
Hey, I have Russian roots, and most of us guard a soft spot for ballet in our hearts. Also most of us harbour some kind of attachment or at least a reaction to the colour red. Add the fact of being a woman on top, and fizzle fizzle sparkle sparkle.
The picture insistently popping up in my mind’s eye is an illustration in a beautiful book of fairy tales from my childhood library. I can’t remember what exactly the story was about, but I know it involved a poor and good young woman, and a cunning dwarf or leprechaun. The young woman was wearing a shining pair of red (possibly) satin ballet-esque slippers laced up her ankles with gorgeous red ribbons. I have done a bit of research, and The Red Shoes by Hans Christian Andersen is most definitely not the story from my childhood, as the terrifying plot would surely have stuck with me. So the story remains a mystery, but the shoes stayed. Ain’t that always the way?
The shoes are the strategically intended pop of colour in a slightly reserved outfit. Black-and-white rose or possibly peony patterned leggings are today’s choice of bottoms (yes), and since they are a little thinner, they are comfortable to wear in case the weather changes several times throughout the day. A long black tank top and loose navy blue jersey cardigan complete the look, along with pink lipgloss that catches what I think is a pinkish tone in the not 100 percent red shoes and two dainty long silver chains. These are among my favourite pendants and I’ve taken to wearing them together. The one with the Eiffel Tower has sentimental value, as during my first ever trip to Paris many years ago I bought a pair of earrings with Paris’ symbol, using my carefully saved pocket money. I joyfully wore them for years, until I lost one one evening when trying on a sweater. Moral: don’t wear long earrings when shopping. But I went to a jewelry-making store and they were very nice in helping me out, so I still have my keepsake.
One thing that stands out from today’s outfit choice is that I obviously don’t like ironing that much…but I keep hearing crinkled is the new smooth, so as far as I’m concerned, I’m not spending money on something I can achieve for free.
At least that’s what this here dress makes me feel!
There’s just something about the black-and-white flower and leaf pattern of the dress, and those straps, that takes me back to the last decade of the 20th century (man, that sounds epic), with traces of naivety and watching The Baby-Sitter’s Club (the German title translates back as Attack of the Pacifier Brigade). It’s loose-fitting and airy, perfect for these warmer, slightly humid days. Pair it with a thin white T-shirt and cherry-red leggings (because Hamburg), and you’re good to go.
Not actual roses, though that would be cool, but I woke up with roses in my head and I have previously mentioned on this blog the special meaning that they hold for me. It’s going to be another warm day, so a sleeveless outfit is the desired choice, but with evening weather changes possible, black leggings will join this slightly shorter dress, and some beaded green earrings picking up on the tone of the leaves on the dress. I find tones of green work with most flower-patterned items. You know, flowers, leaves, nature, green etc.
Even if only in my mind. For what would a week be without denim?
The leggings and dress combo, or leggings and pretty much everything combo, has been praised by me often enough, and today is no exception. A relaxed, but still put-together outfit for the last working day of the week, as well as prepared for the 15-minute changes between rain and shine we’re currently experiencing over here.
This post is really short, but I figured I would make the length proportionate to the amount of time it took me to get the outfit assembled. *Ever so slightly smug.*
“He can call me a flower if he wants to…I don’t mind.” Some quotes just stick with you forever. Say ‘flower’ to me, and there’s a 90 percent guarantee that I’ll say the former and also imitate this little…well, I can call him a flower, he won’t mind.
Wednesday the long day is behind me, today is more relaxing, with some drinks after work. If the weather gods favour us, we will sit outside, and if not, it’s still safe to wear this. My lipgloss tube is almost empty, as this is one of my favourite shades.
Not, not over someone, thankfully.
I have a long day ahead of me and the prospect is making me shudder slightly, but what are situations like these if not an occasion to whip out some comfortable (and fun) shoes?! Having a good footing, literally or physically, not just metaphorically or mentally, is crucial to how I get around my city, my work, my travels and my life. I remember wearing proper sneakers during one of my favourite long walks once, instead of the sturdy, but thinner low sneakers I usually put on, and it made a noticeable difference to my feelings of comfot and how long I could stroll around for. Obvious and well-known facts, but even these we sometimes have to discover for ourselves.
I was recently told by another woman that I was brave, because she never would have trusted herself to wear such shoes. I was left feeling flattered and wondering whether she secretly wanted to.
Pop (explosion?) of colour on the bottom, reserved tones on top, and like I said, it’s going to be a long day, so bless the jeggings. The top is from my mother – we share a liking for versatile basics.
Because the outfit includes shorts! Get it, get it?
Last week’s shorts and tights combo worked really well for me, and I decided to repeat the experience today. This loose, light-grey top is perfect for the warmer weather we are having, should I take off my jacket during my lunch break and still want to be protected from the usually present note of Hamburg cool in the air. I like matching green to grey, preferably darker tones of the former, hence the earrings above, and the tights are the exact same shade as the stones. I got the lipstick in a drugstore in Tokyo, we passed by the same shop every day and, predictably, soon I was drawn to the extremely neat and bright shelves filled with numerous pretty things.
Like a magpie. No more distractions! Off I go!