Go buy my second sole

Puma released the second pair of flip flops I designed for them this week (this came first.) I love the colour of the strap but I'm a little sad they stretched the design and lost the plug near the heel.

Screw you manufacturing gaffes.

Wonky Logic

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Go buy my sole!

Yesterday, after much dilly dallying I finally took out time to visit the Puma store and check out my brand new, super kitsch flip flop design #1.

After looking around for exactly 5 seconds (I was too impatient to get my hands on them and didn't want to waste time searching) I asked the salesgirl for assistance. She pointed them out and then I saw them... Sitting pretty, in all equality, amidst all the lovely Puma footwear. They were big ( a size 10), had a sturdy base unlike other flip flops and I'm pretty sure I heard them calling out to me. (Also, is this what it feels like to have a child?)

So after taking about twenty pictures on my phone camera, thanking the salespeople for obliging and walking out the store, I realised that I was largely happy with the outcome (it's not everyday that artsy fartsy kids get to put their handy work on a branded flip flop.) However, needless to say, being the one that drew out the design from scratch, I am a wee bit disappointed with the nitty-gritties; like how they stretched the design, or didn't add detailing on the guy's t-shirt or lost a big chunk of the purple, or priced it so much more than I thought they would!

Anyway, I'm going to stop complaining. Go buy my sole!

Hello World

Summer walkin' just got sweeter.

Shoes for Schmooze

What started with a face worth a graphic novel has now come to be sustained endorsement on a set of hyper groovy feet.

Siddis a stubborn Taurian who wouldn't budge from what he wanted on his first pair of canvas shoes.
I negotiated but in vain. When I was done, as it turned out, he really liked them but I didn’t.
But, this also meant that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted on the second pair.

So I did.

This time, I liked how the shoes turned out but haven’t seen him wear them out in public just yet... probably because the guy on the shoe looks a little like Vasu, unintentionally though.
However, more shoes mean more schmooze.

And schmooze means more people wearing my work.

Love, love, love.

Weekend + Sale = Gladiators

The first time I fell for these shoes, they were far too expensive.

This time when I walked into the store, I could almost hear them screaming out to me from the across the room.
Desperate to serve and dying to be picked up.
Much like a choosy man left on the shelf for far too long.
So there was no shoo sha, nor any demands, only just a slashed sale price.
Much like damaged goods. Or rejects.

Anyway.

My sky high ego could do with a frame that matched.
And my desperation to expand my entourage of shoes surfaced.
Supply matched demand.
Solution matched problem.
Desperation matched desperation.
And thus, on the salary weekend, we caved.

Canvas Color Jam

I was supposed to spend the weekend making shoes for her and him but as we all know the weekend has just forty eight hours in which I was supposed to snatch back lost sleep, writing, reading and four precious kilos of body weight whilst pursuing my love for shoes and color and ensuring these two had great footwear to flaunt by mid week more or less, but , by the end of Sunday, only she had shoes worth somewhat of a double take while I had ones that looked like something I picked from an angry-candy store for kids and as Monday dawned the hunt for a size ten canvas shoe resumed again, just as did the week, with its barrage of loaded briefs, forehead smacking gagagoo, trigger finger texts and much lip service.

Look!

I painted myself a new pair of shoes.
With ninjas and purple heads.
That come with hidden superpowers.
Really!