All The Rage
I have no idea what “babouche me” means, but I do know that the babouche shoe, or slipper as it is often called, is all the rage. Shoes and shoe trends can be confusing. I’ve also seen this style called a slide, and, a mule.
This one is from the “uber bohemian” Figue company. I like the eyes and the tassle, and this babouche has the traditional tromped on heel.
I know some people think that heel looks sloppy, like someone didn’t have respect for their shoes, but I like it because you can bend the heel up or keep it down to slip into the shoe more easily.
These beauties, from Chanel, are a variation. I like the sexy silver ankle ties. Like most babouche I’ve seen, these too have a pointed toe.
And then there’s this infinitely more practical and much less costly “Babo,” from Everlane. I’ve tried it on and I can tell you that it’s very comfortable. I like this blush color, which also happens to be all the rage this season.
Read this from the Wanderlust And Lipstick blog, and think about getting yourself some babouche.
“Babouche is the French version of the the Persian word papoosh (pa “foot” + poosh “covering.”) Despite the Persian word origin, babouche were first created in Morocco.”
Dumbing Down Beauty
Jon and Dany
I think there’s nothing like young, healthy, beautiful people. If you think this is ageist and hypocritical of me, let me tell you that I felt this way when I was young, and it wasn’t the usual kind of pre-adolescent tittilation I felt.
It was a deep appreication for the bittersweet and fleeting aspects of youth and beauty.
In case you’re wondering, I also understood that age could also bring with it incredible beauty.
I’m glad that I was able to feel the way I did at a very young age, and I know that I will always feel this way. If we’re meant to appreciate the beauty in diversity, we need to be able to see what is special about difference.
I fear that in our attempt to acknowledge everyone and everything equally, we’re going to lose our ability to discern the difference between things.
In order to really embrace life, I think we need to be able to see the gradations and stages of things. Are we dumbing down beauty by needlessly leveling some imagined field?
All this to say that I’m a Game of Thrones fan, and when Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen ended up in bed this past Sunday, I appreciated it, especially that little glimpse of Jon’s buns.
I was sickened by something I read today. Apparently, there’s a growing trend of men marrying very young women, sometimes as young as 12! These men are somehow able to skirt the law to make this happen.
I can’t help, I really can’t help thinking this has something to do with the growth of “Christian” fundamentalism in this country, at this time.
The younger you are, the more babies you can make, and we all know that’s the duty of women.
Anyone out there need a cause, there’s one to take up. Sickened.