Run on

I have been terribly neglectful lately. I prefer not to blog out of obligation because the few times I have done, I wasn’t very happy with the result. In some ways I think I am suffering from a lack of inspiration.

I’ve been trying to figure out why. Part of it is that I have been unable to afford anything new for a while, but then I haven’t really needed anything new either.  When I say ‘New’ I mean new to me – I embrace charity and thrift shopping when I have the time. But with ‘new’ comes the fashion equivalent to an adrenalin rush - even a new solid coloured tee makes me want to run home and pair it with everything I own to see what looks best.

For the most part I’ve been a bit bored with clothes and shopping. Don’t get me wrong, there are some amazing things out there, but there are also a lot of the same bits, but in different colours or some other slightly altered state to make it a must-have for the season. When I was looking at bits in the sales, there was very little that sold itself to me.

I am very inspired by the Comtesse de Ferveur and the challenge she has set herself to not buy anything for a year, unfortunately I have a list of things I need to buy in the coming months that started last year due to loss or wear and tear on the currently owned items. In most cases I am either waiting for the right version of it or for the cash to be available in my bank account.

Though I did manage to pick up a few things in the sales and one item that was necessary as per my last post...new runners. They don’t have yellow, but they do have silver - I put the mad red laces in myself as they came with navy laces and I decided they needed a bit if oomph and if you can’t have fun with your runners...what can you have fun with? Plus I bagged them in Size? for half of their original price.

The Perfect Pair

We met on Wooster Street in Manhattan in 2008. I’d been looking for so long and there you were.  It was perfect.

We went to Barcelona shortly after, then Croatia, Manchester, London, Biarritz, Belgium, Sicily and the fields of Stradbally where you were warmly received.  In Texas and California there were remarks on how bright you were, but I defended you. We almost went to Paris, but you were a little too worn out from all the pavement pounding.

With moving comes the inevitable purge. I finally had to say goodbye to the best runners ever. I tried to recycle you, but couldn't fine a place that would take you.

I am seeking a replacement pair. I’ve trawled Ebay for your clone, but no luck so far.

New applicants must have a GSOH,  a splash of yellow and be the right fit.