It's probably safe to assume I'm not the only person with a shitty pair of Docs choking on dust in some forgotten cranny. I have several pairs of DMs in varying heights, colours and vintages including these old nanas here- Made in England 10-ups in eternal black. They've seen better days; haven't we all?
Because no one really wants to see my creepy hand-feet naked and nothing says fuck christmas like black leather in the middle of summer, voilà;
still bid'nuss in the front..............
But holy shit it's party in the back right now.
We have an amazing/supremely annoying wool blanket from Morocco covered in silvery metal sequins that shed everywhere and drive us crazy. Rather than sell that bitch like a normal person, we placidly collect the homeless mouzons and secret them in little bowls all round the house, waiting for something good to happen, because sequins = happiness and fulfillment.
In the final throes of my latest sewing rampage I was seized by the irrational desire to apply said mouzons to something unsympathetic and lo- jhööj'd DMs.
The design process consisted of not wanting to spend the whole fucking day trying to shove an inadequate needle through leather with pliers, so with that in mind I applied myself to blinging the tags. This was achieved with the worst pair of scissors in the house, household cotton, silver bugle beads from something long-dead and ten of those little bells that are always falling off Indian jewellery. No expense spared, lol.
I just sewed them on roughly using some sort of running stitch, starting with the middle course and working downwards. I was wee bit concerned the finished product would jingle annoyingly, but they do not.
The knowledge that some rich dumbarse is probably paying $2870 for something just like this in a crap boutique somewhere definitely gets the volatiles rising from my tarry heart.
Ah ha ha ha!