The Fashion World has roared: “Prints are in.”

I was bold in junior high.  I wore various printed tops to class: bright beetles and satin comic-strips.  It got attention.

The chutzpah slipped away in high school, and ultimately disappeared in college.  The mantra on campus was look like everyone else.

Spring 2011 Fashion is not my motivating factor.   {Enter red-head and The Magic School Bus.}

Ms. Frizzle.  The teacher’s fancy frocks remind me of true glamour.

Where does Ms. Frizz shop?  Does she design her own clothing line?  Is she on  Is her first name Fran? Lots. of. questions.

Despite my fictitious admiration for the scientist, I do realize she does not exist. But I do believe that many crafty women carry little pieces of Ms. Frizz’s splendor and philosophy as they roam the streets.

Let the Frizzle wild.  Rock the rhinos.


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Question: What do balloons, desire,  sex and the city have in common?

Answer:   Attraction.  A gravitational pull.  A force to be reckoned with immediately.

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I'm the tall gal in the back. Sex and the City The Movie Credit:

This week marked the beginning of the next chapter of Sex and the City The Movie (2).  An open casting call brought out the ugly side of some of the prettiest people.  Crazy fans cut in line more than I’ve ever seen anywhere … including elementary school.  They needed their shot at the big-screen.

Here’s my deal:  I’m not an actress.  I do not want to be an actress.  I would be dreadful, actually.  I do like a challenge, and I am curious. I heard about the SATC open call 2 years ago, and I couldn’t resist.  I was thrilled to be a part of the first movie as an extra.  I felt like it was Take-Your-Daughter-To-Work-Day, but I wasn’t Cattral’s kid.  I observed when I wasn’t “acting”.

Beyond the agony of wearing 3.5 inch-heels for a full day, I devoured every second of the opportunity.  And frankly, I would have been blocked out of the final movie clip if I wasn’t wearing my supa-heels.  No pain, no gain.

Despite my dislike of line-cutters, I am drawn to people that instinctively follow their compulsion.   Yes, there are bad cravings (violence, cocaine, etc.), but I’m addressing the good kind: the trip you’re longing for, the mountain you need to hike, or the painting you need to create.

Larry Walters was a man who longed for flight.  He strapped 45 helium-filled weather balloons to his lawn chair one day, and he flew.  He did in fact pay violation fines afterward.

According to Wikipedia, Walters said, “It was something I had to do. I had this dream for twenty years, and if I hadn’t done it, I think I would have ended up in the funny farm. I didn’t think that by fulfilling my goal in life — my dream — that I would create such a stir and make people laugh.”

Larry makes me wonder whether our desires shape our dreams or our dreams shape our desires.  Which is it?

Either way, don’t end up in the funny farm.  Do what you need to do, but don’t cut in line.

yes, I circled myself.  Screenshot from the Official Sex and the City The Movie Website

Yes, I circled myself. Screenshot from the official Sex and the City The Movie Website

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This trend works for me. Paint your own style. (Credit: Cocopunkz on

I like to paint.  But it’s been a while since I’ve touched a brush.  Change is needed, my friend.  Good thing I’ve dedicated this Memorial Day Weekend to myself.

… and U.S. men and women who died while in the military service.

But mostly myself.  Pure selfishness at its best.  I’m aware of the fact that some family members may wonder what makes this weekend different than the rest…

No schedules.  No running late.  No text messages or emails.  Nada.*

I will paint.  In fact, I’ll start with my room.  Orange and mellow yellow.   After my room, watch out shoes!  I may as well copy the trend spreading around Etsy and add my own bristly touch to some vintage heels.  It might be a beautiful disaster.  My own disaster.

Big question – What will I paint?  Trolls.  Millipedes.  Zebra Stripes.  Infinite possibilities.


* Dear Friends:  I will be at brunch this Sunday – on time.  I’ll text you if I’m running late.   Cordially, Kira

My dream shoe.  (Credit: ParadoxArtistry on

My dream shoes. (Credit: ParadoxArtistry on

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week1I’ve picked up speed.  I may be a mellow yellow Pisces, and I certainly never exhibit road rage, but when it comes to walking, I’m aggressive.

On average, I can whiz past 3 pedestrians per city block. In heels. Sporty heels. And I always pass on the left. Cutting-off is prohibited.

Adaptation is my new focus this month.

A scarecrow zoomed past me yesterday wearing some swanky sneakers. I couldn’t keep up with him. But it won’t happen again – I’ll trot if need be. I sound like a horse anyway. It’s the good ol’ competitive runner in me. That stuff just doesn’t fade easily.

I want it all. In the simplest form.

And I can have heels, height, and a hustle.

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Day 28 was a boisterous one – filled with my magical birthday boots (below), bubble blowing, bacon beer, and my new favorite spot: Barcade in Williamsburg, NYC. Who wouldn’t want to spend a day playing Gauntlet, Super Mario Bros, Frogger, and Tetris while burning through some high caliber Coney Island amber beer?


I’ve almost graduated from my month long high-heel challenge, but for some reason, even on day 28, I did not feel close to the finale. Perhaps summer school is needed before I toss the graduation cap in the air and receive my stiletto.

I’ll be honest, I might need more time in this challenge because I cheated a little. It was a dark day in February. It snowed. My feet found their way into sneakers. It didn’t mean anything, I swear. Thankfully, my roommate called me out on my bad behavior, and I took off the running shoes immediately.

I suggest that you get a friend, foe, or family member to be your bully during the challenge. It helps. Believe me.

But it’s spring now, and my excuses are finito. I’ve grown surprisingly comfortable wearing any heel up to 2″ which is a huge improvement. Once I get above the 2″ mark, I’m still a bit skiddish.  I’ve completely worn out a few of my reliable work heels.  You can do a lot of damage in 28 days!

Let me be frank. I’m still figuring out what I want to accomplish with these extra inches. I don’t know exactly what I want to feel, but I’ve felt really comfortable recently – it’s odd how the confidence level seems to rise with the foot pain. I’m slightly concerned about long-term damage to my feet. For now, I’m okay. This show will continue.

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The pump of the evening

The pump of the evening

I had originally planned to wait until Monday to start this month-long disaster of a challenge. But as I dressed myself up for a friend’s birthday celebration, and I made my hair as big as possible, I decided that there was absolutely no reason to avoid my new best friend, the high-heel.  Big hair, Big heels, Big night. Right?

I jumped into my 3-inch gold pumps which i had worn only once before in December. Immediately, as I left my apartment and walked towards the subway, I remembered how awkward I walk in heels. I’m a very fast walker, normally, and I was very frustrated as the pumps slowed me down. It made me wonder if women that wear heels usually just take taxi cabs everywhere in the city. I’ll start paying more attention to the shoes women are wearing in the subway system.  Homework.

I attacked the bar scene with my 6’2″ frame. Well, I don’t know if I attacked it, but that was the goal. Most of my friends were encouraging, and I even received a text message from my brother after I sent him, “Randy, I look like I just learned how to walk for the first time”.  His words of wisdom made me chuckle:  “Be Strong”.

Other than the physical pain of standing in the heels, I enjoyed the added attention. And there was definitely more attention compared to the usual night; I was glad my hair was extra big and wavy with lots of hairspray. I was not as comfortable with my height as I would like to be, though. I think I would be more confident if I felt more natural walking around. I have some things to work on this month. It will be an interesting experience.

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The High-Heel Challenge

February 17, 2009

black_high_heelA woman can add 3-inch pumps to any outfit and instantly look bold and sexy. What is it about the heightened heel that changes everything?

I’m intrigued by the concept and the design of a high-heel, particularly stilettos.  (I will wear stilettos by the time I’m 75 years old.) Maybe I’m fascinated with it because I hardly ever wear heels. And when I do wear them, I do not walk as cheeky as I would like. Some women glide; I stumble down the street laughing at myself the whole way. Practice and patience are very much a necessity.

I own a few pairs of 2-inch heels, but I rarely break them out. I usually don’t feel the need to tower over everyone a few more inches than I usually do.

But if I like the confident image the shoe portrays, shouldn’t I just wear it anyway? I need to own the extra inches as if they were part of my body. If I wear heels 6 out of 7 days a week, will I hate them forever or will I start gliding much like the petite women I see walking down the streets of Manhattan? It could go either way.

I like a challenge. Let’s add a new one to my life. I challenge myself to wear high-heels for one month. I’m pretty sure I’ll accumulate a few new bruises along the way.

I challenge all women that don’t feel comfortable wearing heels to push yourselves and push your height for a month. 6 out of 7 days in the week. One day is for absolute rest. Your feet will need some R&R.

If you’re addicted to heels, and your friends and family never see you in flats, I challenge you to do the reverse, and wear flats for a month. Can you handle losing the inches? What will change? Absolutely nothing? Your whole view?

Write down some notes about the added inches or the loss of the heel in your life and send me your story.

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