My Heart, My Vogs...

So I have news - BIG big news.

For those who have been following the blog since day one, you'll recall the dedication of my very first posting to the holy grail of my life known as Fluevog shoes. And you'll also note that my love of Fluevogs for the past few years has been for the most part unrequited. Not because Fluevogs are selfish or withholding mind you...I refer to it as being unrequited for the simple fact that I've been too poverty-stricken to afford the essence of fashionable quirkiness that is a pair of Vogs.

And by now I'm sure you can guess what my BIG big news is. Yes dear readers...I finally bit the bullet and bought my very first pair last week! So intense is my excitement that I have spent the past 5 days with them propped up on my sewing table for creative inspiration, simply just to look at them and revel in the fact that I FINALLY have a pair of my daydream fantasy shoes. I have put the strict rule on myself to not wear them outside the apartment until they have been properly treated and "Lola-proofed" (i.e. protected against my uncanny ability to attract scuffs, scratches and weird motor-oil colored streaks on any cool pair of shoes I own the moment I step outside).

Ahhh...bliss. And of course, here are the snaps of my first pair of Vogs!


I have the feeling this is only the beginning of my Fluevog odyssey...

Fluevog's the Word

So here I sit, contemplating the first blog post. It should be meaningful, profound, a bit of a gateway into who the person is behind this blog. Hmmm...thinking, thinking, thinking. What resonates with me, what do I obsess over, what is the first word that pops into my mind?

Fluevog.

Ah yes, of course. Never far from my mind, due to the fact that I have pictures of his shoes taped up in my studio for inspiration, I have his website bookmarked on my computer (for daily visits), I'm a Facebook fan, a newsletter subscriber, a full-fledged 'Fluevoger' (try saying that fast 3 times in a row) and the mere mention of his name makes me giddy and lightheaded.

But do I own a pair? Nope.

I've been smitten ever since our paths crossed 2 years ago as I was browsing through "The Strip" category on Zappos and my gaze fell on these lovelies:
I've never been the same since. I think about these shoes a lot. No, really - a lot. But when it comes to forking out the cash, I'm all talk and no action. Despite the fact that in the grand scheme of shoe shopping they could be considered affordable given what a pair of Manolos or Choos go for, I just can't do it. I've come sooo close so many times to saying "(bleep) it - just buy them already." I've had these shoes in my shopping cart on his website, credit card info filled out, ready to click "Order," standing on the cliff, read to jump off...then suddenly, a pair of hands reaches out and grabs my shoulders to keep me from sailing over that cliff - and I remember this annoying but critical fact: indie handbag designers are poor - and I'm no exception. There's fabric to buy, thread and needles and eyelets and brass purse frames and vegan leather handles and zippers and logo tags and...and...just like that - these gorgeous, funky, weird little shoes start to lose a bit of their luster, and the thought of a new shipment of taffeta arriving in a few days suddenly makes me giddy and lightheaded.

Sigh. Welcome to my world.

However - this isn't the last you've heard from me Fluevog...