2-CIMG3259I used to think this was part and parcel of being  a hip young thing, but now I’m less inclined to believe the hype.  Make that, ‘rather unwilling to entertain even the mere thought’.  But it wavers.  Especially if the object in question is pretty, flirty, sparkly or to-die-for.  Lately though I find my limits firmly set at ‘only somewhat true’.  And only for shoes.  And only sometimes.  Take these puppies here.  The gold ones have been worn once and lacerated my toes so badly they have been quarantined and the red ones took many band-aided toes before we resembled anything close to being friends.  And these were by a brand for big spaz-shaped feet, like mine!  Gawd help the little people…

belts, belts lovely belts

belts, belts lovely belts

I love belts.  I realised today that I have finally got to the point where I have a really useful assortment of them to my name.  I have long ones, wide, ones, skinny ones, ones that wrap, tie and buckle, some with intricate cut outs and some with delicate detailing.  Most of them are shades of black or brown. Well I do live in Melbourne, the capital of all things fashion as long as it’s black.  I would like to bust out and own a few coloured ones but I have yet to find any that meet the strict quality standards I require.  My preference is leather (not bonded), well constructed with unique detailing like stitching, cut out pattern or studs etc.

Belts can be very distracting for me, if I’m out shopping and pass a collection I have to stop and check them out.  Like someone who is distracted by shiny things, for me it’s belts.  I don’t always buy them mind, they have to be pretty unique to be allowed membership to my ‘fan’ belt. Pun intended.