I’ve made no secret of my love for Zara: affordable, on point and not afraid to throw out some more controversial pieces; what’s not to love? Well, my only gripe is that all their models appear to have Forward Head Posture…
…which just makes me want to give them broomsticks to put behind their backs and a Julie Andrews-esque deportment teacher. Maybe they didn’t eat enough Petit Miam and Bega Stringers as kids? Or they have tall girl problems (Cobalt Romper looks like she’s used to stooping to be within normal-range earshot…)? In any case, perhaps a TMJ assessment is warranted.
Then again, maybe they’re just really bashful.
Anyway, Zara’s online January sale didn’t disappoint. And is still ongoing for those of you willing to try the more experimental kimono coats, leather culottes and aztec-print art teacher skirts. Here’s what I picked up:
Don’t these look like toffee-spun fairy fishing nets that have been dragged through an orchard of jewelled berries? Woohoo whimsy.
As someone who has been called a ‘biomechanical nightmare’ by her podiatrist and has for years worn orthopaedic shoes that would better suit a lawn-bowling pensioner named Merv, I’m always wary of stilettos. Having not tried these on in store, I was worried about the discomfort-factor: every time I wear heels I think of the original Hans Christian Anderson version of The Little Mermaid where in exchange for legs the Seawitch (not a sassy lavender-skinned octobroad who only asks for her voice, but a sadistic freak) makes mergirl experience the pain of a thousand knives with every step. Also, that they’d be the wrong size, the vamp gap would be awkward (I don’t care what the magazines say, there’s no way that peekaboo toe cleavage is attractive) and that I wouldn’t be able to walk in them.
But I ordered them anyway because I need black heels and these look like the shoe embodiment of Halle Berry as Catwoman. Luckily they fit AND are relatively comfortable. No hirpling like an ex-mermaid for me!