Traitor to Fashion?

Recently, my style has been a downright slump. If you saw me in my daily gear you wouldn't even bother to take a second look because I seem to just blend in with the crowd these days. When Australian shoe company, Whooga, asked me to review their UGG style shoes, I couldn't help but feel like a traitor to fashion. All my snide comments against girls wearing their UGGs tucked into their blue jeans and equipped with a NorthernFace backpack were put aside as I became one of them.

My shoes arrived in a lovely boxed package which definitely gave the shoes some brownie points. Like in business marketing classes, presentation is key (+1).

So I rushed back to my room. Opened the box and behold, a pair of Classic Short Chocolate Sheepskin Boots.

To be honest, since I must, I had to admit the shoes were not all that attractive (-1).

I slipped them on and then the comfort over (+1).

The weather here in Cali has been on the gloom side lately so the warmth of these shoes felt comforting to my feet.

But comfort aside, the question was now. How do I rock them?

My friends say that I can pull a lot of things off, but this was a new challenge. Could I pull off the UGG boot look?

The simple answer? No. (-1).

However, just because these shoes were not my taste, that does not mean they serve no purpose. I wore them out the night I got them which proved to be a smart choice as I headed back to my room up a trail of stairs at 5 in the morning. They were warm and made my tiredness feel somewhat bearable. (+1).

I have to say, these boots do serve a purpose. My perfect scenario for wearing these would be if I were up on the mountains in my log cabin drinking hot chocolate next to my hunk of burning love (still working on that) and decide to take a stroll around the lake. Hmmmmm UGGS.

I would also compare these boots to sweat pants. Not quite fashionable but when you need to roll out of bed to catch a final in ten minutes and the weather is a bit breezy, these shoes will be calling my name.

Frankstein Boots.

It was a dark and stormy night. Thunder roared in the darkness and crackled like the sound of my laughing uncle when he tries to pet my hair. (He's balding, so the poor man can't help it.) The lightening was also very very frightening as it spliced the colorless sky with it's wicked nails. And in my lab, my mind was flooded with unholy plans and bizarre ideas. With the addition of my anger filled state of the moment, I knew it was time for me to destroy something, to hack apart life as if it were a freshly picked zuccini ready for the grill.

Like a madman I skipped down the stairs quietly as to not disturb my sleeping parents.Being caught in my maniac phase would surely disappoint my parents's notion of my a quiet although slightly odd asian girl. I hit the tile floor and rummaged through an old bag filled with shoes. My dog lifted his head up and stared at me. It was as if he was telling to stop, but I couldn't. The madness in my veins were beyond my control. And there they were. A pair of brown boots. It was unassuming and silent. It knew what fate lied ahead. It was scared. I was scared.

Carrying up the stairs I lied them down onto my peach carpet and strapped them down. I didn't want them to run away. Like a kidnapper who takes a picture of their hostage for ransom, I took a picture of the brown boots. But not for ransom. Or for any strange shoe fetish I may or may not have. But for the purpose of showing the transformation. Of showing the fashion blogging world of what my monster looked like before I made it into a monster.

With my scissors I stabbed into it's pleather flesh. At that point, I had truly gone insane.

I cut and I cut. Slicing and dicing like a skilled master defending his title on Iron Chef. The boots were no match against my meticulous hands. With the help of a few of my lab assistants (scissors, sewing machine, and hot glue gun) I was able to create a pair of Frankenstein boots. They are part boots and part gladiator sandals. Part grandma and part teen hipster. Part fug and part not fug. I felt so proud to have given birth to such hideously awesome shoes.

The end of my semi psychotic story.

So I lied when I said in my Style of the Day post that I made these boots. Technically they were already made and I just re-made them into better things. I had these boots that I bought from Old Navy's clearance rack for way cheap, like $3 cheap. It's one of those buys that you only bought it because it was cheap and you tell yourself you'll actually wear them, but you never do. It was also a time when boots over jeans were all the rage. Remember that? They're made from a pretty cheap quality synthetic leather. I basically cut out pieces and reattached pieces. Everything I used came from the original boots. I think they might fall apart in the near future. It depends on how good my gluing and sewing skills were. But for the moment, they are my pride and joy.

Before and after. Or After and Before.

Streets, be prepared for these Frankenstein boots to stomp all over pavemented sidewalks!

A Story of the End of my Thrifted Shoes

Once upon a lalaland time there were a pair of thrifted shoes that looked wicked (pun intended) with yellow tights.

They traveled.

and traveled...

and traveled...

and traveled...

and traveled
until they met their untimely demise in the trashcan. Goodbye my sweet shoes. I will miss you so.

Who would have known throwing away shoes could be so symbolic of life. Don't think so? I'm still a little of out of it these days and thinking all deep and philosophically just comes with the package of being out of it.

And before I forget to say this in other posts. I want to give a big warm and joyous thank you to everyone's nice and supportive comments. Why do you guys rock so much? I think it's because when you were a fetus awesomeness nutrients entered your mom's womb and seeped into your tiny bodies. I swear. I learned about this in biology so it's pretty legit. Oh and another thing, if you would like to link exchange just comment in this post. I love links and I haven't had time to look through comments and reply back.