I don’t know who Sam + Libby are (or is, if they’re just one of those brands with two names but are secretly just a one-designer brand), but… I love you.
Too fast, too soon?
I won’t apologize for my Aries tendencies. I don’t fall for anything — or anyone, for that matter — easily, but on that rare occasion that I do, I fall head over heels, hard. I’m also not very good at keeping my thoughts to myself. Speak before you think is the unintentional mantra here… But I digress.
For years now, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect nude heel. The ideal would be those ubiquitous Christian Louboutin Pigalles or Biancas, but until this little student-writer (hi!) finds (a) a sugar daddy, or (b) has a sizable and reliable stream of income, Pigalles and Biancas will have to wait. In the meantime I’ve seen almost everything within a reasonable price range, but all were too pale, too blush, too yellow, too high, too stiletto-y (read: masochist), too platform-y (read: go-go girl), too round, too little toe cleavage… you get the point. When I wear heels, I better be able to run in them: trust, I am always the last girl on the dance floor and will never be caught barefoot, heels in hand.
Enter the Margot. The patent nude is just peachy enough that it complements my skin tone both tanned and pale, it’s quite perfect actually. And while I usually deter from anything with a massive platform or stiletto heel, the two together are the lovechild of the YSL Tributes I’ve always loved and something Lolita would wear. It’s quite sweet-gone-wrong; I adore kitsch here and there.
What sealed the deal was just how long they made my legs seem – an incredible feat in it of itself given my petite frame. Okay, so they’re comfortable (read: dance-able) too, but I’m mostly stuck on how leggy I look. That, loves, is the power of a good pair of heels.
(And no bank was broke — or robbed — in the process.)
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Shop: Sam + Libby x Target Margot Pumps
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a bit coquettish 