I love heels. I cannot walk in them, though.

I love heels. I cannot walk in them, though. Probably because have crooked feet, or because my brain just can’t process “right foot then the left foot” in heels or maybe because I don’t have Gisele’s flare (that woman can walk the walk). I know that it comes with practice but at the end of the…

junk in the trunk.

I have a big ass. Always had and always will (probably when I am 90 it will be hanging midway my legs. Hum, not a good picture to envision. Husband, delete this bit from your memory.). So, when I find trousers and jeans that fit this junk in da trunk, I just want to get them…

my quest for a day-to-day handbag.

I.e. affordable, stylish, edgy, good quality and big enough for all my sh*t that I carry around. Oh, and it has to be a crossbody bag. Having a dog that takes me for walks and with all the running around, getting on the tube/bus, everything needs to be hands-free and easy access. I have had several huge…

same skirt, different countries.

When you don’t know what to do with your hair and the hairdresser is even crazier than you are, what do you do then, you might ask? Well, you transform yourself from a proud brunette into a red-lip-on-the-go platinum blonde. Loved channeling my inner Marilyn Monroe (I only sing happy birthday, in that way, to…

my wedding story through shoes.

– Lagos, 28th of September 2013 – From “I need to hurry, everyone is waiting for me” and “I cannot have smelly feet when I arrive at the church”, to “Hell yeah, I am wearing Dior shoes! I am owning this!” and “Sh*t, I am taller than my husband now” and “Should have walked in…