Pretty goth shoes: DIY

I have had a hard time getting the cool goth platform shoes I wanted.
Here's the story on how I got my new "homemade" shoes. Take some grown up by the hand as I let the story begin...

The shoes underneath have been my quest for a very long time.
I found them on a picture, but to find them "live" where I actually could buy them has been hell!
Here's my dream shoes:

I've gotten so many helpful tips from everybody that have read my call out for help but unfortunately I never found these exact ones.

The ones found was always too high and not shiny.

I wanted boots that were medium high - mainly because I often wear lace stockings and wanna show them off.

No use looking cool if noone can see it!

And I love glitz and glam so I need my boots to be shiny.

After failing like a snail trying to use powder for a matte look I just had to take my business elsewhere - and I found these:

Not what I was looking for - but they had potential!

When I goth them they were not as shiny as on the picture, but not as matte as leather look either.

They are so comfortable and are my absolute favorite boots ever (well, at the moment)!

I bought them with the intent of altering them.

This is what I did:

Snip snip

So much better

Ta-daa! Almost as they were supposed to be. I didn't want a satin bow, but that was all I had at home.
Now I have changed to what it was supposed to be to begin with: dirty white crochet lace bows. So cute!

Here is how they look on my lovely feet



I think there is some "Today's style" picture recently with the new bows.

London 2011 - The trip, Day 1, part I

Me and Jenni crawled out of our coffins while it was still dark outside.
We tippitoed around eachother to get the best mirror view to be able to put on our vampire protect-make up.

Oh, perhaps you didn't know? That it is the make up that enables me to be out in the daylight without melting? Consider yourseft enlighten.

Left with some drama: Where's the fucking key?! Where's the passport?!
All that drama was made by my wonderful sister. I always keep my head cool (yeah, keep telling yourself that Queen of all Dramas).
10 points - we nailed the first tram we were supposed to!

Arrived at the Central Station where we had to wait for the airport bus.

Nooo stress. Nice and easy.

So unusual for me. I'm always doing things the last minute, and my dear, smart sister likes to be well in time. For me I'm pleased with just arriving 20 sec. before trains/busses leaves. It's a matter of being on time, not how far in time you are ;)

When we arrived at the airport it was time to collect the MONEY!!! Oh, how I love money.

I love it so much you will get 3 pictures of me with the MONEY!

Time to go through the Security check.

As usual we both know we better remove as much on us as possible, always the shoes as well...but still we beeps..and this day was no exclusion.

Both me and Jenni got a nice rub of our complete bodys (I totally recommend the Security check massage), and then they used the mobile beeper on us.

And where did I beep? In my hair and....my belly button! This was before the surgery so perhaps I had some junk in there?

Jenni beeped in her hair as well - and in her butt!! We have no idea why, but it was a nice moment :)

Jenni's getting a hair massage by the Security check at the airport.

We recommend!

And off into the air where we both fell asleep since it was such a loooooong trip to London (1 hour and 40 minutes). When we arrived we had the best of luck, then some fun snob moments.

But all that will follow in London 2011 - The trip, Day 1, part II.

Modelling Freyagushi

The second Freyagushi picture is done!
It looks so special <3
The photographer Izaskun Gonzalez made the surroundings and me look like something from a movie. And the sweet cage dress and matching hairbow designed by Freyagushi was so nice wearing. I loved it! The shirt and cuffs was also her pretty design.
I think it looks so sweet!
I'm so proud finally modelling for Freyagushi, I have admired her work for years.
Wihhooo for me!

Modelling Freyagushi couture

Freyagushi's etsy

Freyagushi's Facebook

Freyagushi's homepage

Photographer Izaskun Gonzalez

Todays outfit

I've been out for the first time since Thursday, when I had my surgery done.
I put on my faux fur coat I bought in London, put on some new diva shades and spangle tights and went out.
I felt so UCG (Upper Class Goth)!

So what if the coat costed like $57 and the diva glasses were on sale for $7!
UCG isn't supposed to cost a fortune, just to look like it did ;)
Then you can put up a BIG mo-ha-haaa, just like I did.

London 2011 - The trip to Gothenburg.

Last Tuesday I had a train ticket to Gothenburg, to stay at my sisters until Wednesday morning when we're about to leave for London.

Monday I asked my travel planner at what time the train left the next day, and he said 16.26.
Next day I had all of my packing in a big pile in my bed when the cute husband got home feeling sick and disturbed my already messy brain. NOOOO! It's not fair!
As time went on I'd figured it was time to double check the exact time. The clock was now 15.43. And - Ohh noo! It left at 15.32!
I missed the train!

16.26 was when it left from the next change station. Gahhh...
My husband said; if you leave within 2 minutes you can make it by car to the next change station.
Now I know I should not trust anyone who's sick...

I shoveled everything into my bag and took a run for it (I might have tossed one of the kids in as well)...and still missed the train with 3 minutes...
Fortunately there was a first class seat on the next train (sounds UCG, but it was cheaper than 2'nd class), leaving within an hour. I figured I could drive the car half way back to my hometown and get the train there so my parents in law didn't have to go so far to collect it the next day.
I had an hour, and the trip itself would take me about 35 minutes. No sweat!
Well, that is, if you are not me...

First off I couldn't find my way out of that godforsaken town, and ended up at the same place 3 times before getting it right! Now I was down to 45 minutes...
And I also had to fill the tank before leaving the car.
The tank light went on. And just in time I arrived to the right town and I found a petrol vendor! 10 minutes left.
I have not refueled a car for at least 6 years, and that time I got help.

Did I mention I used to be blonde?

I tried to think about how my husband usually does this kind of things and I remembered what side of the car I had the gas cap so I placed the car on the right side.
I called my father in law just to make sure what kind of petrol to give Miss Brown (my SAAB's name). Opened the gas cap from inside the car.
I walked out with a big coinfidence!

But then everything went downhill. I really wish there would be a camera following me around sometimes because I feel like my life is filled with total blonde moments...

I carefully watched the old man in front of me and as it was my turn, I followed the written instructions (pretending as I didn't read them) and put in my husbands card. I thought I was on a roll!
Bling! Message on the screen: "You are not authorized to do this. Remove card." I use this card all the time, I'm authorized!
Tried it once more. Same shit!
Old man starts looking at me. I had to ask if I was using the right machine. Evidentially I was.
Hmm, so, okay, perhaps I'm supposed to put the petrol tube-thingy into the hole before it works?
Put the thingy into the hole then back to the machine. Same shit.

I had to put myself through the embarassment of going into the petrol station. Even more embarassing was there was a sweet young, bit alternative girl, working there, and she had a friend there as well. Oh my, the laughter that would follow!
"-Hi, I'm so sorry, but I need some help to fill my car with petrol, I'm not sure how to do it?".
"-Sure!", the nice girl said and followed me out.
"-First you need to remove the petrol tube handle from your car and put it back where it belongs."
"-Heh...yeah...I was just trying out something new..."
I put in "my" card and inserted the digits. Again that evil machine gave me the same answer!
"-Ahhh", the sweet girl said, "now I remember, another guy had the same problem earlier today, there is something with the connection to the bank that failes".
"-So, it's not ME!!!?" I was doing line dancing inside my brain. I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid!!!
I tried with my own card - AND it worked!
The girl went inside, and I could feel her and her friend following my every move. Shape up, Adora!

Choose the right petrol, put in the petrol thingy and squeezed the handle. Petrol 98 went were it should. I felt like I should get a diploma or something!
100 SEK and stop. Put back the petrol thingy to the machine and got back to the car.
Then I started thinking (always a bad idea if you are me). How did the machine know I just filled the car for 100 SEK since I put in and then removed the card before filling the tank? Perhaps there was like a limit, like you always need to fill for 300 SEK, and I didn't know that and would leave without filling what's mine?
I had to get back to the store.
I can swear they had a hard time not to burst into laughter.
 I asked my stupid question and she said the card knew how much I filled, and if I wanted a receipt I just had to put in my card again and press the receipt button.
"-Oh!" so I did. Asked where the train station was (5 minutes left) and it was just nextdoor to the petrol station.
Jumped in to the car like a jolly sailor just getting his first tattoo.
I figured I was being watched so I leaned forward and gave the girls a wave goodbye. They waved back.
Drove like 2 meters when I remembered I forgot to close the gas cap.
I thought I would die of embarassment!
Stopped once more, ran around the car and closed the damn thing.
Got back into the car, gave the girls thumbs up and drowe away. Finally!!!!

But, no, noo, there was still some more embarassment ahead. Sigh.

Drove around the curve, and there to the left was the station.
On the way in there was a woman on her way out from the station, totally blocking my way in since she was on the wrong side of the road. I gave her a sign to drive out in front of me since sha had such a stupid position, and she signed me back I should go first - so I did.
But just as I drove around her I saw a big sign that said it was forbidden entrance that way.
Oh, so that's what she tried to tell me!
I had to do a turn around her, let her drive first and then go in the right way. I couldn't help but to LOL.
Worst thing about having green hair is that the lady will forever remember this.

Parked, hoisted out the 15 kilo bag, went to the platform with 2 minutes to go.
Train arrived just in time. Got on and looked forward to the 3½ hour ride to Gothenburg.
There was no more trouble this day.

On the train I had time to work on a poster me and my friend L wanted to make for a competition. There was no internet on board so I had to settle with what I got in my computer. We only had bits and pieces of the idea, so I had to do as good as I could. 3 hours later I was done, and it's not as good as we had hoped for, but considering the amount of time we had to make it, I think it works. At least we have something for the competition even if we won't win. Keep fingers crossed for us :)

Arrived at Gothenburg train station and my bubbly, übercute sister Iva Insane was there to greet me! How I missed her! Huggies all around <3

As we started to walk out from the station, one man with a big rolling bag came from the left in high speed, and from right there was another man also dragging a bag, also in high speed.

You see what's coming, right?!

3 meters in front of us there was a big KABOOOOM! It was horrible to watch!

Often people have collided when looking at me and my sister. But this was like something out of a comedy!

They crashed into eachother in such high speed their arms just flew forward and they almost bounced off eachother in the opposite direction!

We couldn't help but laughing, and I actually went up to them and apologized, saing it was obvious our fault.
Where's that camera man when you need him?!

Got back to my sisters place. As usual told the ghosts and spirits to get the fuck out of there since I don't welcome them (read about the damn ghost here) and then repacked everything to see what I missed. Nothing but shower gel. Sweet.
Hit the sack at 00.30.
No ghosts disturbed my dreams this time.

..and this reminds me I should continue last years London tales. Wow, I'm amazed of how fast my brain seems to work!