So I apparently have to live in my Docs for the next months because my good 'ol Frye boots don't work so well on icy streets. I fell today. Like, wiped out. Fortunately I was on a quiet, 8 a.m. cobbled Monmartre street so I think that it was unwitnessed. For those of you who know me well, you know that I have a PARANOIA about falling, probably because I slip often. Let's see, there was that time on a beach in Washington when I slipped on a sandy, wet log and somehow ended up in seaweed brush. Oh yes, and when I fell onto the dirty beer-soaked floor of Beauty Bar. One time I just fell while I was standing straight, not moving at all, at Diesel. Then there was that rainy street in NYC. All this to say, "Thank you Doc Martens for existing".
And on an unrelated note, here are my new hairz!!!:
Paired with Betset Johnson coat, vintage fox fur throw, and a vintage silk button-up.