Valentino, other than Rudolph Valentino star of the silent screen and idol to millions of women in the 1920’s, means lace, rockstuds and vivacious red to me.
Today as I nurse a horrible flu I decided that glorious fashion and luxurious dressing is the only thing to chirp me up.
I have long lusted over the rockstud heel, a shoe that has been more popular than any other.
Why all the fuss?
The rockstud is a fabulous shoe; there is something about the straps with the studs that elongates the legs and adds a soupçon of sex appeal.
My daughter promised herself a pair with her first pay cheque, after two years of study and a student’s income. I wasn’t sure… when she tried them on I said, “you have to”. They looked that amazing.
I was still deliberating and today I wish I was wearing them. Anything to detract from my watery eyes and red nose.
Valentino and lace… *sigh*.
I adore lace. I still have my first lace skirt that I bought more than 20 years ago. I love it as much today and I wear it often.
Lace is magical for after dark, but I am a fan when the feminine is mixed with a harder edge.
A biker boot, black tights, lace skirt and turtleneck is a favourite outfit of mine. Lace top, jeans, flats or heels… another combination I fall back on regularly.
Lace just makes everthing seem better.
Nordstrom, as you know by now is my go-to department store and has the best collection of Valentino rockstuds.
So many places are sold out or don’t have the colour choices available… I hate that, don’t you?
Valentino… browsing your studs and your delicate laces have totally cheered me up.
Maybe a pair of these sunglassses would help too… :) xv