Spotty Biscotti

______I've been digging the knee-high socks trend I've been stumbling across here and there on the mighty interwebs, and so I wanted to jump on that bandwagon, hopefully without striking too much of a resemblance to an anime waitress character. Speaking of, I'm thinking of donning a Sailor Scout costume for Halloween.  We have a short Fall Break and I'll be able to give out Halloween candy to the kidlets this year (along with devouring half of it myself, of course). I'm debating whether or not I will go as the aforementioned Sailor Pluto or a sexy 80 year old version of me.

______Decisions, decisions.



______Last week, something super awful happened. I was in the printmaking shop, painting an artfully skewed version of my face using a few inks and acrylics, and all seemed to be going smoothly.  However, I made a sudden movement and tapped a tiny jar of yellow India ink over, and it splattered against the linoleum floor, splattered on the table legs, and splattered on my... my Jeffrey Campbell patent leather oxfords...

______Dramatic pause.

______In that moment of panic, I was quick to clean up the floors and tables first with the help of some darling friends in the room (because I don't want to be that art punk who leaves messes around like a spoiled ten year old, heeeell noh!). A few dozen squirts of foul-smelling cleaning products later, the rubbery floors were spotless, if not for a slightly sickening yellow tint left behind. I swiftly moved toward my shoes, attempting to use the same cleaning products, and hypothesizing a result in terms of ink removal. But alas! The yellow stain only became yellower and bled further, and I panicked, and I panicked, and I panicked.  My hands flailing about and my mouth suddenly making incoherent dying whale noises, my friend acted, fearing what was left of my sanity. She promptly phoned her brother, who is a fashionable dude and shoe expert, and he was quick to inform us that rubbing alcohol was the answer to my inky dilemma.

______And so I flopped, and I wobbled, and I awkwardly stumbled toward the closet full of printmaking chemicals. I snatched the rubbing alcohol and drenched a paper towel in the liquid magic and dabbed furiously at my shoes.

______And little by little, like smoke dissipating quietly into the sky, the yellow began to fade, and the precious cream and black of my shoes returned, shine and all.





______It was quite traumatizing and I nearly gave up.  You guys have any similar moments of panic over worldly objects?



Socks: via Nordstrom Rack
Dress, heels: via Ross
Todos los jewelries: Charming Charlie