Almost home

So its almost time for Mr R (my bf) to come home and I cannot wait I really miss him.
I have decided to learn French again, I did 6 years of French in school even taking it as a GCSE. Its an amazing language but as I haven't used any for 4years I have defiantly lost touch. This way when I go to Paris I can be like //Carrie Bradshaw speaking almost fluent French when wandering around.
In wedges, floaty summer dress, a floppy hat and silk scarf....
parlez bientôt ......<<<<<<<speak soon

Update time.

So I decided not to wear that dress to BBQ instead I wore vintage grey flower dress then changed to a black maxi dress with grey detailing for the evening. For some unknown reason I also decided not to wear heels OMG what was I thinking. So the boyfriend is going away on holiday tomorrow, should I be worried I think so lol.

It seems everyone is either going away or has just come back and now Im getting very jealous. I really want to go to Paris just to visit the stores, Dior, Chanel, Prada, YSL, Isabel Marant, the list is endless. But it would be much better to go here with girlfriends as they would enjoy it more. The boyfriend does not understand my obsession with fashion, he thinks its slightly crazy. Another place I do love going is Turkey the markets there as amazing, the colours and smells as you wander round.
 However the fakes there are a massive problem, its a known fact that Turkey is thee place to go for good fakes. 80% of the merchandise that comes out of the country is fake. Good fake though are only good for a couple weeks then once your home and compare them to your real Louis Vuitton and notice the stitching is not in a matching thread and that the name is not printed on all the studs. The printing on the leather is not of a great standard. But you still keep it any way. Why?

Another thing I like about holidaying is the prospect of packing. I am with packing what a General is to military. Everything has to be in its own place. The one downfall is I always always manage to over pack and end up taking double the amount of shoes necessary and bikinis and underwear and hair products and dresses and everything. Now that there is the stupid airport rule of 100ml I have to spend unessential money on extra emergency products for the plane. ie: moisturiser (because the plane gets super dry), hairspray (because of wind and sleeping funny), mouthwash (because of dry mouth on planes), deodorant (goes without saying if its hot and humid) and then there are the non (not quite so anyway but essentail to me) essentails......Vouge UK, Vouge USA, Elle UK, Marie Claire, More, New, Now, Reveal, Grazia and a few others.

SO I guess its time to look for a travel companion.... then I have my boyfriend for beach and relaxing holidays.


A la prochaine.......<<<<< Until next time

Change of events

Massive change of events. The spain guy is gone and the ex is back in the picture. Yes I am very aware of what I said about him ect ect but he texted me out the blue saying how much he loves me. Very romantic!!!!

NOW on to more important things I have a BBQ to go too tommorrow. Do we thing this dress and shoes are too much <<<<<<<<<<<<
Its a very grown up BBQ so Im thinking it could be a little too much, its very bright pink ( I like to think barbie pink)
Also there is going to be grass with wooden slates so this could pose a problem for the shoes. Also the fact that it could rain.
Is it too much????

Major Problem

So major problem, these things only freaking happen to me. People wait until Im starting to be happy again and the my ex comes back into the picture.
So once the holiday has been booked a couple of hours later my ex texted me saying how he made the biggest mistake ever and that he wants me back. That he has always loved me and that he is willing to do anything to get me back.
WTF
HELP ME SOMEONE
I do still love him and my heart did skip a beat when he texted me. So obviously a part of me wants him back, But how to trust again. How do you even start to trust someone again when they were so nasty when we split up. He thinks Im spoilt (I am and I admit that) He thinks Im jealous (isnt every girl maybe she just dont admit it) He thinks Im a bitch ( Im glad of that)
I need to see a specialist to deal with my life,
Give me advice x

Holiday/Meet the parents.....

So the new boyfriend asked a very random question whilst we were having a drink in a bar in Greenwich.
'Do you wanna go Spain with me?'
Now to explain this, his parents moved out to Spain so when normal people meet parents in a pub or restaurant his ex-gf's go out to Spain to meet them. The bonus of this clearly being that you get a nice holiday out of it. Once this feeling of elation is over the feeling of dread starts to creep in.
What if they dont like me?
What if I dont like them?
What is I embarrass myself?
Then there is the question of who pays, he offered to get the tickets ect ect and we could go halfs on the hire car as he doesnt want to be using his parents the whole time.
We would be staying with his parents obviously so can i act like i usually would walking around in my underwear in the morning. I guess its no different from a bikini.
Not forgetting the 2 worse things that could possibly happen. Parents walking in on us having sex and someone hearing me poop. Mortifying

So what shall I say, yes or no

ShoeGal off

First Post, what to say?

Hi people so this is my first post as shoegal as you can properly guess I LOVE shoes, my other loves are relationships...
I have had plenty of each over the years, shoes should be like men. If they are a good pair they should support you perfectly and make you feel like a millions pounds. Equally a rubbish cheap pair can look great on someone else or a mannequin but once you have them they are useless. Breaking after 1 trip out or leaving you stranded on a night out.

I have read many 'how to' books about shoes, men, clothes, make-up, hair, skin, religion, body, health and mind. At first they seem interesting but by the second chapter I lose interest, so when I went to WH Smith and a pink book caught my eye I thought it would be the same. I was wrong.
'How to walk in high heels' by Camilla Morton is by far THEE best book i have ever spent money on, i brought it back in 2005 before I went on holiday thinking it would be some trashy self help book. I still have it. It has ripped pages, writing in the margins and lots of mini post it notes marking my favourite pages.
Its not only a book about walking in heels as the cover would suggest it had lots of useful anecdotes such as how to change a fuse, how to use the right SMS abbreviations.Among many other bits and pieces.

My mother whenever she see' the book always complains and tells me I should buy a new one if its that great but one of the things I love about my precious book is that that used feeling. I will of course eventually buy a new one maybe as a Christmas gift to my self, but I shall still keep hold of the old one just for the memories.

Now men I should be classed as an expert on these funny creatures. I have been engaged twice in the space of almost 3 years. Impressive some might say the rest say foolish. I think back and choose a mixture of foolishness and love. My second whirlwind romance where he proposed after a month was not much of a shock we were spending all of our spare time together and felt much more connected than a normal couple.
I have this bad habit of splitting up with a partner and getting together with the next once within a week give or take, the longest maybe 2 weeks.

So this time after I split from who I thought was the love of my life after he cheated (the rat). I decided to take a break and try a different approach. Internet dating using the site 'plenty of fish'. There is defiantly a lot of weirdo on these sites. But a lot of the first date pressure is taken away, there was a lot of nice guys on there and i took a chance on one guy. Who after 3 weeks of dating is now my boyfriend.He asked after I refused to give him sex until A) he was my boyfriend and B) I felt comfortable. He respected this, this made me smile.

What is a boyfriend exactly though???
The internet definition of boyfriend is boy·friend/ˈboiˌfrend/

Noun: A regular male companion with whom one has a romantic or sexual relationship.

But to me a boyfriend is someone who you are relaxed around, someone who you can tell anything to, someone who should make you feel like you are the most amazing woman in the world. Their world. This is of course different to everyone, to each their own.

SO what are your thoughts, the real people out there who matter.

ShoeGal x