Remembering a perfect LA morning at LACMA for the DVF Journey of a Dress Exhibit. (Feb 2014)Top & skirt: storets.com / shoes: BCBG
Remembering a perfect LA morning at LACMA for the DVF Journey of a Dress Exhibit. (Feb 2014)Top & skirt: storets.com / shoes: BCBG
It all really started when Chanel released their Spring 2013 collection of espadrilles. Canvas or leather, they came in the classic beige with black tip combo, as well as other more colorful combinations with red, denim, white, pink. They looked comfortable, effortless and chic. I just HAD TO have them!
By the time I started tracking them down, most stores were sold out.
I called NYC, I looked in Philadelphia. I asked my sister to check at the Chanel boutique in Chicago, while my mother checked in Austin. I even had a friend researching in Milan and Florence, to no avail. The world had loved them and purchased every last pair of them.
My next step was to stalk eBay to track down a pair at a reasonable price. Most seemed completely unreasonable until a few month ago I found a leather pair with the beige&black combo for a very doable price. The purchase was made so quickly that it left me dizzy and on a high. After months and months, had I finally gotten the infamous espadrilles?!? They arrived within a couple days, and I tried them on with trepidation. It could have been my excitement, or the fact that I had been on my feet all day, but I suddenly felt like one of the step sisters trying desperately to make the glass slipper fit on my giant monster foot. Once my foot got in the shoe, it resembled a large sausage, or maybe an enchilada. I went to the cobbler and asked for them to be stretched but was told they may rip and that I should simply wear them in by wearing them. It hasn’t exactly been espadrilles weather, so I put them aside for a while, still convinced I’d succeed in finding the perfect ones or that I’d eventually make the tight ones work.
During a visit in LA, the Chanel boutique told me they had very little in stock for the espadrilles, but she showed me a funner version of them, as part of their Spring 2014 collection. They are high tops, they have laces, interlocking Cs on the tongue, they are denim with a black tip. Super cool, so comfortable. I bought them and wore them out of the store.
For the rest of this tale I blame Instagram. For days I kept seeing ladies purchasing the regular espadrilles I wanted. Granted, some of these ladies were in far away countries, but when I saw someone getting a pair at London Heathrow (an airport for Pete’s sake!) I know Chanel was bound to release them to all their stores.
I called a few stores in my area that carry Chanel women’s shoes and sure enough: the new espadrilles were out! What color would you like? What size do you wear? I was in heaven.
Within 24hours I had a black pair on my feet, finally in the correct size. They fit like a glove!
The leather pair is currently back on eBay, since I am hoping to find them a nice friend with smaller feet with the same slight obsession for shoes I have. If you are interested please go to my eBay store at SomethingAboutPatri.
Peter Pilotto by Target added to my slip-on obsession by creating the most adorable shoes, that were just begging to be taken home.
Overall we are a happy family. All my shoes love each other and I think everyone’s getting accustomed to my obsessions of the moment. Some last for months, others are gone in a day. How long will this one stick around? We will have to wait and see, but in the meantime, someone should probably hide my credit card.
Random thoughts creeping in on a Monday night….
The options are endless, it’s simply a matter of picking. And getting the courage (obviously) to leap into the unknown yet again.
Ambivalence as always. It’s now my dearest friend.
Unlike the Cheshire Cat, I don’t want to just take a road at random hoping I’ll get anywhere good.
Instead I’ll wait for a sign to show me just which road is mine.
Stay tuned. Adventure is sure to ensue.
photo credit: @pinterest
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
(all photos via Pinterest)
I’ve been pretty antsy about changing things around in my studio but, due to the amount of space, I didn’t thing it was possible. My table was in the middle of the room, making things feel crowded, my bike was sitting by the window, taking up lots of space, and my bookshelf was ready to explode.
While explaining things to my sister during one of our usual phone chats, she came up with a few ideas and I started moving things around.
A few hours, lots of dust bunnies, and quite a bit of cleaning later…. voila’! I feel like I live in a new apartment!
My sister suggested using the top of the kitchen cabinets to store some of my books, freeing up space on my bookshelves. I am so glad I did because it not only allowed me to declutter but I was able to store the books that I don’t need access to very regularly.
My newly organized bookshelf: more room means more books to buy!!! (good thing because I am waiting for 4 new ones to arrive!!)
And here is my favorite part, my little writing corner. I never eat at the table since I usually just eat on the bed with a bed tray so there was no point in sacrificing my desire for a space to write. I finally dragged my bike to the basement and pulled the green chair out of the back corner to finally give it some use.
Trevor won’t like having to share his favorite chair with me, but I am sure we will figure out a schedule. For now, I am enjoying my reorganized studio.
A quick glimpse into a fun-filled year.
This year has been full of exciting adventures and growing experiences. Although it started off on a slightly sad note with the shutdown of my blog, it turned out to good year, full of happiness and beautiful memories.
I finally was able to experience that madness of Las Vegas with my new friend Farah, cementing a friendship that I know will last through any measure of time and distance.
I spent a few wonderful days in my hometown of Padova with my father, staying up late talking on his balcony and waking up to him making me breakfast every morning. We took the train together so I could visit my family in Rome whom I hadn’t seen in over 6 years.
I spent time with Silvia, my oldest and dearest friend, and we flew to Paris for the most perfect week of sightseeing and falling in love with the city that holds a piece of my heart.
At work, I was thrown one exciting challenge after another, first organizing a week-long training for a team coming from all parts of the world, then being asked to work at the NYC office for a week to support the CFO and CEO of the company, and lastly being asked to jump in for assistance during a huge meeting at our Conference Center. All these unexpected situations not only made me realize how much I enjoy my work, but reminded me that I am truly blessed to work for a company that offers so many opportunities.
My mommy spent a slightly overdue but wonderful weekend here in Philadelphia with me. We spent those brief two days shopping, eating and cuddling, and although we always miss my sister when we are together, I admit it was wonderful to get her undivided attention.
This year also marked the second time I was able to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with my sister and her family. Playing with my 1 and a half year old niece, putting up the Christmas tree and spending quality time with my sister and my brother in law are the best way to kick off the holiday season.
With all the good comes a little bit of bad, so it is natural for this year to have brought some negative. 2013 marked the year I closed two important chapters in my love life. One simply wasn’t a good fit, and the other had been dragging on for far too long. Despite both endings having been painful, I now can stand taller and feel lighter, eager for what the future will bring.
I am thankful for the people who shared this year with me, for the ones who came along on my adventures, and for the ones who are present during the “every days”. It is thanks to you that I find confidence in myself day after day, and it is thanks to you that I trust in my dreams, because if they were to fail, I’d have you to catch me.
Here’s to wonderful 2014, filled with health and happiness, but most of all I hope it brings more exciting challenges and adventures. Happy New Year everyone!
My B.I.L. (brother in law) lives in a different city so, with the purpose of doing something together without actually being together, we decided to start a very tiny book club, just him and I. He’s a huge fan of Dickens while I’ve always been intimidated to tackle his novels, but after exchanging a few ideas, we decided on Great Expectations.
I don’t exaggerate when I say that I devoured it in less than a week. I don’t know what I was expecting or why I had dreaded Dickens until turning 30, but it was definitely among the best novels I’ve ever read. I’d probably place it in my top three, right behind Pride and Prejudice and The Three Musketeers.
As I sit here tonight, the first night in six days when I am not falling asleep with Pip & Co., I started to ponder what I learned from Mr. Dickens.
Aside from the obvious: “If there were writers like THAT in the world, I should immediately take my dream of being one myself, shove it out the window and begin the search for a completely different dream.”
What did hit me is that whether you deal with love in 2013 or love in the late 1800s, nothing has changed. Granted, I realize Great Expectations is a fiction novel, but Charles Dickens didn’t write about love without some sort of realistic basis. Two hundred years ago, human beings were just as masochistic as they are today. I am not sure if that is reassuring or depressing, I’ll let you choose for yourself.
Pip fell in love with a pretty, haughty, snobby, heartless little girl and remained hopelessly in love with her his entire life. She told him time and again that it was against her nature to love or feel anything at all, and still, he did not stop loving her. Even after she’d lead him on, played games with him, married someone else, he still did not stop loving her. On more than one occasion he himself admits to being utterly miserable in her presence, but that he wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.
Today things haven’t changed much. I see it happen every day. It is currently happening with a close relation of mine who is finally dating a wonderful, beautiful, loving woman and despite getting what he has always wanted out of a partner, he is still hung up on the woman who stomped on his heart over and over again for the past 20 years.
I am guilty of it myself. When I take stock of my love life, there are two men who have invaded my heart and soul and for whom part of me with always ache. They are also the two people who have hurt me the most, although for very different reasons. To quote Pip they are “part of my existence, of myself” and for better or worse, I am who I am today because I have known them and love them still. And it’s funny because I understand Pip’s misery in the presence of his loved one. I am utterly miserable when in the presence of either of these two indivuals: usually wrecked by insecurities, doubts, awkwardness. It’s complete torture. Then why is it that afterwards I recall these moments as blissful?
Why is it that the worse they make us feel, the more we love them? Why do we hold on to the very people who destroy us? Why can’t we cherish the kind-hearted companions in the same way? Why do we prefer the pain of longing rather than the comfort of the sure-thing?
The ending of Great Expectations is not clear on whether Pip finally gets to marry his girl, but they simply walk away together, promising to stay friends. Not a very promising moral for all us masochists out there, but we can find consolation in the fact that we are not alone, and that even in the 1800s we wanted what we couldn’t have.
Last night I decided to reorganize my jewelry.
I have tons of it, but rarely wear it because it is all stored in tiny boxes, which in turn are stored in baskets or larger boxes, so it’s all hidden from view, and I end up forgetting about it and using the same four things over and over again.
During my latest sleepless night, I had an epiphany and figured out a way to make my jewelry more accessible. During this process, I ended up finding pieces I didn’t even know I had! It’s almost like shopping in your own closet! (I know people say that, and it’s true!)
Some pieces I ended up having to throw away because they tarnished with time, some others are really old but I think I can find a way to make them work. Some others are just perfect and I can’t wait to find the perfect outfit for them.
For now, I need to keep things in boxes, although I put them someplace that is far more reachable during my crazy “I-cant-figure-out-what-to-wear” mornings. One day, I will have a closet so big that all my jewelry will be nicely organized and clearly displayed. Here’s hoping!