Am I going crazy or….

Are these tiny felted animals like, the cutest thing you have ever seen? For some unexplained reason they are soooo cute that I

A) want to fit 5,000 in my pocket and extract one whenever a sad moment comes on

Pfft...that is not pocket lint. THAT is my friend Totoro
Pfft…that is not pocket lint. THAT is my friend Totoro

B) find a way to give them life so that they can roam around in a tiny terrerium while I watch from a distance making ‘coo-ing’ noises out of sheer cute overloadness.

I love you. Really, little felt dog. I love you.
I love you. Really, little felt dog. I love you.

C) shove one of the really tiny ones up my nose and/or squish it between my fingers…no, I don’t know why..and yes, I know you feel the same coplusion. Don’t lie to yourself. Your inner toddler will never forgive you.

Feathered Friend Indeed
Feathered Friend Indeed

In closing OMG these things are SO CUUUTE! Ack! Done.

Handemade by November on ETSY, go get em!

*Think simple necklace with a few threaded together seperated by a heart beads.

Vicente Rey: The Lighter Side

Yesterday I proceeded to gush over the Beaujolais-soaked dark heart of his “Sur Mesure” collection. Reminiscent of boudoir attire, they drip with delicate detail…but today is another day. In the light of morning everything is bathed in dreamy, sparkling sunshine.

In his “Mariee” collection he explores the angelic themes of a wedding couture. The lace in this instance feeling more innocent and gold/silver embellishment echoing bridal radiance.

Ankle skirting lace with that glowing bride thing going on.

I already own the shoes that I will probably (if I ever get my act together) walk down the aisle in….but I really, really have second thoughts when I look at these ethereal beauties.

Silk and Gold details look soft and feminine.

Seriously, Vinny…can I call you Vinny?..I do. I DO.

Imaging this silvery lace glinting in the matrimonial glow…I do.

Vicente Rey: Sultry.Delicate.Detail.

We’ve all seen Vicente Rey shoes on Pinterest… always looking impossibly delicate. Like a misplaced breathe would certainly strip the feathers or turn the lace to sparkly dust. Like a true couturier his works are only on display in Paris and Barcelona and his online presence is nearly null.

For this post, I thought I would highlight his drool worthy, red wine bodied, darker side.

A delicate feather tendril reaching up the ankle.

He is a master of feathered sculpting and a well balanced design.

Lace framing the foot artfully.

I can only think that to strut in one of his skinny-heeled marvels would be a risk that even the most street wary lady would happily welcome.

A little teeter, a little totter