Shwoe-ning

What would make me return to blogging before I have reached any goals?
Would it be that I've accomplished something great? No.
Did I get lots of writing done? No. Although, I did revise around 30 pages yesterday.
Did I get lured back by the flattering comments I received? No. (Although, that was tempting. Flattery works here at Fictionally.

No, it was this:
I have discovered via Andre Leon Talley, style maven at Vogue, the name of a shoe designer named Courtney Crawford. Page 240 of the current September 2006 Vogue with Dunsty Antoinette on the cover.

Am I ashamed to be swooning over a shoe by the same man who designed shoes for - gag - Mariah Carey? She of little-to-no style? Yes.

But the gaudy, tacky, vicious, 1980s Versace-esque gold stiletto on page 140, called MAN EATER, really took my breath away. Is it my favourite shoe of all time? No.

But it's enough to bring me back to blogging.

More soonish... or I may have some guest bloggers in for you...