Half price – Are you kidding me???

Did you hear the news? They are selling us for half our price. HALF.  How dare they?

We are not all happy about this…  What do you think this does to our self-worth? How do you think this makes us feel?   Would YOU sell yourself for half price? We should hope the heck not.  We do wish they’d have talked to us about it. We could have brainstormed together on how to convince YOU to come and Meet US, Try us and Take us home.  Like by throwing in a pair of free socks, some leather protector, free dance lessons or just plain seducing you with wine – but selling us off for 50% off???  Just not cool. We are HANDMADE Italian shoes. Made with love and the finest leathers.

The only reason this is at all a tiny bit ok for us – is that we might spend less time in a box and more time on your feet.

So do us beauties a favour: Bring us home this week so that we don’t have to face this insult any longer than necessary.  Once we’ve left the shop, all is forgiven – it really is all about us finding our match and hitting the dance floor together!

 

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It’s my wedding day!

Can you believe it? I am getting married! MARRIED!!!! Such a great compliment for a shoe. I mean how many of us actually get married?  A lot of us GO to a wedding – we dance, hang-out – check out who is getting married and why they chose her over us but to actually be on the bride’s feet?!!! Now that is big news.

I am getting married in Italy (back to my roots!) and my twin-sister is getting married in Amsterdam.  How cool is that? Two of us! I mean, I totally understand why we were chosen to be part of such an important event – Mint green with a delicate band and a truly beautiful silhouette, not to mention our killer stand-all-day-dance-all-night heel.

I’d love to chat but as you can imagine I have a flight to catch! No one should ever keep the bride waiting…

Here’s a close up of me (Linda Verde).

linda green small

Being different

It’s been really hard being so different from everyone else. People say: “Oh she’s so cute but I would never wear her”. Others have said downright mean things like “What a strange shoe” or “They could have at least left the face off the shoe” and “She’s just so different – who wants a shoe like that???”.  That last comment made me cry – I do have feelings you know.  The funny thing is that the very definition of a handmade shoe means that we are all different. And we need to celebrate that! When I was made and got a first glimpse of myself, I thought: “Wow, look at me – they really went to town when they put me together, I can’t wait to get out there and be on display! I can’t wait for people to admire my awesome design”.  But over time, I lost my spunk.  Too many one-overs, too many negative comments about my looks. I started forgetting that being different is a good thing.

And then, a couple of weeks ago, the moment arrived. It was literally LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.  At least for me. I was just hanging out, chilling to the music, admiring people’s feet walking around the store, when I spotted HER.  She was wearing tight red boot cut jogging pants with white stripes going down the sides (I kid you not) and she looked great in them! and I knew then – that if she could pull off those pants then she could certainly wear me on her feet.

Then she saw me. Put me on. And took me home.

And we lived happily ever after…

ivonne is different

Did you hear the news???

We are so excited! We’ve just left our birthplace at Lake Garda and said a tearful goodbye to our friends whom we’ve spent the first part of our lives with.  And YIPEE! We are on our way to Amsterdam.  That may not be a big deal for some of you reading this but for Italian shoes, handmade in a small village, it’s big. Very big.  We get to do so many more things in Amsterdam like bike around (and apparently most women even bike us to work).  We’ve heard about the boats and that you stand up and dance in them with us on sometimes and we can even tip-toe-through-the-tulips there. We aren’t particularly looking forward to the rain but we’ve heard that there are some great Shoe Spas for us to get treated for this.

We are bringing some VIPS‘s (Very Important Partner to Shoes) as well. We love the look they give us and keep us flexible.  It means you’ll wear us more often which of course is what we love the most.

Are you coming to Meet us? We are looking for the perfect fit and won’t settle for anything less.

Here’s your Invitation Spring Summer 2017! And by all means, wear your favourite pair. We LOVE meeting new shoes!

 

I’m a vegetarian

I love carrots, broccoli and kale.  Nuts and lentils are my favourite fillers. And don’t get me started about dates and figs… and I do love the occasional french fry.  Seriously, I am pulling your leg! How can a shoe be a vegetarian? Shoes don’t eat.  We wouldn’t mind eating but no one has designed us that way.  So instead of being a Vegetarian, I’m actually what we call a “Vegan shoe”.

What’s a Vegan shoe? Nice that you’ve asked. If you take a close look, you’ll see that I am made of lovely materials that don’t include animal products.  For some, it’s hard to imagine a non-leather-high-heel-shoe but I must say that I am extremely proud of how I look, feel and walk.  If I hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t have known the difference.

But now that you do, what do you think?

Rita is busy…

At the moment, I seem to be the go-to shoe for business meetings. I have been out and about throughout the Fall and have the best VIPS’s that just work so well for me. I’m made of wool which does give me an edge over my sisters when it comes to colder weather.

I have a 10cm heel – high for some of you I know – but I am made so perfectly (if I do say so myself) that I’m extremely walkable.    The height of my heel sets off my lovely herringbone wool pattern and the dark color of my heel makes me perfect for this season. To be honest, I love myself…

I’ve not only been walking a lot lately but I’ve also been going back and forth on the ferry, getting on and off my bike (ok, it’s not exactly MY bike) but I am the one pushing the peddles which gives me a claim. On a side note, I would really love a better bike – I do have a reputation to keep up after all.  I’ve even been driving.  That’s a pretty high learning curve even for a shoe in one month…

I’ve also been to school which is so much fun.  The mom’s there have been giving me the one over and the “younger generation” has even given me compliments.  I do try not to blush as it’s not a good combination with my pattern but sometimes I can’t help myself. Especially with those unexpected compliments.

I’ve been in a lot of meetings lately.  Boring… right? Actually they are SHOE meetings and I am the leading actress: I am the SHOE.  So I am loving these meetings, sometimes even kicking back my heels to take a rest. I even put myself on the table.  I’m not a fan of shoes on the table but Velia and I needed to talk and it was so dark under there.

Well it’s been fun chatting but now I have another meeting to get to…

How much???

How much?

How much what?

How much do I cost??? Are you really asking me that question?

That’s like asking a woman her age.  Or like asking if her hair color is natural, if her skin is always that smooth or if the bulge she started showing recently around her midpoint means she’s expecting.

Questions you just don’t ask. EVER.

Ask me how many hands were used to craft me.  No comment…  ; )  Or the extra element of design that makes others want to be like me.  Ask me how many parts I’m made of (about 36 if you really want to know). Ask me about the thought that went into my look or about the decoration hanging on my side. About what my outer sole is made of and about the beauty of my inner sole.  Ask about the choice of beautiful material I’m wearing, about my perfectly chosen lining or the tattoo on the bottom of my shoe.  Ask me about my specially constructed heel made for walking and dancing ALL DAY LONG.  Ask me why you can walk in me all day and not in my colleagues (notice I don’t call them friends… as I keep high standards). Go on, ask me these questions, but please – have some dignity and don’t ask me “How much?”.  It’s insulting.

But I am a bit curious… What DO you think I’m worth?

A conversation between two shoes

Sunday 23 October 2016 @ 10:30

Dear Lianne Bergeron, thank you for bringing us all the way from Italy to this little town of Monnickendam. We are here to stay! Guess we knew the moment we met Saskia. That look in her eyes. Love at first sight. So, she brought us home. ‘Mi casa sua casa’, she said (in flawless Italian!). She showed us around. Danced us around. Upstairs, downstairs, back upstairs where we met a lot of new friends (we stopped counting after twenty-something). We ended up doing a pirouette in front of her boyfriend. ‘Wow!’ he said. ‘They are, ehmmm, not black!’ We think that means he likes us. Then they turned off the light. And in the darkness, Saskia came to us and whispered softly… ‘Green may be the new black. But bordeaux and blue are the new I love you.’ #lenora
PS Lianne, if you miss us, we are only one small moonwalk around the corner.


Sunday 23 October 2016 @19:32

Cara Amalia, I was peaking over Lianne Bergeron‘s shoulder while she was reading your message and was so happy to hear that you have moved in right next door. You look stunning by the way! You have clearly found the perfect match – you are radiating as we all do when we’ve found our woman. Did you know that there are many of us living here? Alma, Ida, Dolores, Velia, Sara, Antonia and me, Rita all live next door. Sneak out some night and come and have a party with us. We do that a lot when she’s out and has left us behind. Helps us get over our jealousy of not being chosen as we all think we are the perfect shoe for every occasion…  I am trying to convince Rita Principe Blu to also move in. I miss her a lot these days – she’s my bigger sister you know. And though she brags about being taller and warmer – I am the “new black” so I can take her comments lightly. She knows she belongs here but keeps looking around. She said that she has such a great time at Vintage Brands Monnickendam that she’s not quite ready to settle down – guess she’s afraid someone better might come along. We keep telling her that she will not find a better match. I’m sure she’ll figure that out eventually.

Cara cara Amalia, let’s talk as often as we can! Baci! Rita Verde x. #lenora


Sunday 23 October 2016 @ 22:05

Rita blu! Stop looking around and move in!!! These are the feet to be in (said Amalia, dreaming of her twin sister in ivory&black)…


 

Just do it!

As most of you know, we (my sisters and I), have arrived in Amsterdam and are waiting to Meet you.  I have been waiting patiently in my comfortable box, waiting to be displayed, tried-on, touched and admired.  A few tears will also hopefully be shed.  I just can’t wait!

I managed to make some noise yesterday and was lucky enough to be taken out of my box. You see, getting out of the box is hard for us without any help but once we are out, there is no putting us back.

This is what happened…

“Hello Amsterdam” I shouted! but there were only 2 people in the room. Strange I thought, I was expecting a crowd. At least I was out and you know what that means…Not going back.  I was shown to a woman who had never set eyes on me before.  She held me, admired me, smelled me ( I know… some women just can’t help themselves) and wouldn’t let me go.  My sisters were shown to her. She gave a passing interest and the appropriate “ooohhhh” and “ahhhhh’s” but kept me close to her.  She loved me.  It was that simple. Love at first sight.  Then she said something that almost made me cry.

“When would I wear her?” WHAT??? What do you mean???  “I tend to wear jogging pants when I’m in the house alone”. WHAT??? What do you mean??? Luckily Lianne (my extra special real woman friend) said to the woman: “Just do it!  Wear her even when you are at home alone. Wear her to do your groceries in. Wear her on a bike ride and while eating dinner. Wear beautiful Adele anytime all the time.”

Phew, what a relief. At least she gets it.  I dried my tears.

Beautiful shoes are meant to be worn.