What a Mighty Fine Day

Was supposed to rain. Instead, not a cloud in the sky and warm like a baby's bath. So far I've dined on delish chickpea and tuna salad (on a patio) and eaten gelato at the best place in the city (Dolce). Take it from me, there is no place else worth getting ice cream in this city.

Say you desperately want to be in Firenze sampling ice cream in an ancient cobblestoned laneway but you happen to be surrounded by the (let's face it, even those of you who love this town) pallid facade of west central TO. Then take a taste of the just salty-just sweet pistachio - avocado-coloured awesomeness - and hideous storefronts morph into the Ponte Vecchio before your very eyes! Such an inexpensive trip.

At any rate, here are a couple of photos of K blissed out on gelato-goodness:

Sunnies: Rayban; Sweater: Mexx, T: American Apparel; Jeans: Genetic, Scarf: Bill Blass; Shoes: Bruno Magli (NEW!); Bag: Thrifted at Kensington Mkt. (so at the end of a good life...)

And here's a closeup of my new Bruno Magli vintage shoes:

Aren't they awesome? Admittedly, they're a half size too snug but they called to me in the dulcet tones of the siren so I decided that they and my feet would just have to find a way to get along. You can't see it in the pic so well, but the heel is angled and the flat adornment on the top of the bow is in the same zany, tiny geometric pattern as that on the heel. The leather is so rich that, despite the fact this shoe is likely 40 years old, it is soft and pliable.

It's rare for me not to be able to tell the era of a shoe but I'm at a loss with this one. It could be early 60s to early 80s - the style manages to be timelessly elegant. Cost: $35.00. Thrill: Immeasurable.

Next post, I'll tell the tale of my shopping day...