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ANNIE VALA'S DIARY Hey everyone, today I want to tell you something that fills my heart with joy. Desert Muse is a hit. And I swear I never would have imagined it. Yes, it's a spectacular shoe, I know, I designed it with all my soul. But it's one thing to dream it and another entirely to see you all fall in love with it. We have so much work these days... but it's the kind of work you're grateful for, the kind that feels like a blessing. The kind... Read more...
Verano en julio
ANNIE VALA'S DIARY I'm writing this blog with a song playing: "Summer in July" by Yukon Blonde. And I didn't choose it by chance: this is, literally, a summer in July. This is my first summer as an engaged woman. And my first summer in Finland. My fiancé is from Sweden, but his summer home is in Finland, on an island. There, every year, his entire family on his father's side gets together. And when I say entire, I mean the whole shebang. And I love it. Because one of... Read more...
Miami and my high heels
ANNIE VALA’S DIARY. Ever since I got engaged, I can't stop thinking about how my life is going to change. Or how, perhaps, it's already changing. And yes, I'm happy. This was one of my dreams, one of those you keep deep inside. But lately, something curious has been happening to me, and I don't know if it's normal — though I suspect it is—: I find myself remembering those days. You know which ones. Those when all you yearn for is to find love. You go out, meet people,... Read more...
When you know, you know
ANNIE VALA'S DIARY  Hiiiii, it's Annie again. And today I'm here with the biggest news I've ever shared with you all. My case.  With the love of my life, a dream named Ian. My hand still trembles a little when I write it. Life is funny. Maybe one day I'll tell you things from much further back, so you understand my whole story with love and why this means so much. But what I can tell you today is this: Ian arrived when I least expected it and needed him... Read more...
A glass of milk
ANNIE VALA'S DIARY This is a funny story. Or, at least, that's how I decided to tell it. My blue Italianas ended up covered in milk. Yes, milk. And to understand how, I have to tell you that I recently went to meet my great-grandmother. You read that right: I have a great-grandmother, 101 years old. Why hadn't I met her? Well… there are still those conservative families where, if your parents weren't married, the children aren't as loved. I grew up with that distance. But my grandfather, one day,... Read more...
Distress.
ANNIE VALA’S DIARY I'm going to confess a contradiction to you. I recently traveled to Miami and, as always, I didn't know what to wear. I packed half a suitcase full of heels —my own, from Vala Blanca— and, when I unpacked, I noticed something that made me laugh and feel embarrassed at the same time: there was a pair I had never, ever worn. Anguish. The purple ones. And then I felt, precisely, anguish. How was it possible that I hadn't worn my own shoes for the first time?... Read more...
The door I haven't opened yet.
ANNIE VALA'S DIARY I want to tell you something I haven't told many people. After three years, I finally went back to my grandmother's house. Three years. It sounds easy to say like that, in one line, but that journey felt eternal. The strangest thing is that when I thought of her, I didn't just feel love or sadness. I also felt some anger, and that filled me with guilt. How could I be angry with the woman I loved the most in this life? It took me time to... Read more...
Beginning
ANNIE VALA'S DIARY My grandmother's shoes. I want to tell you something, just like you would tell a friend. I don't remember how old I was. I was little. But I do remember perfectly running barefoot, over and over again, to my paternal grandmother's closet. She was my best friend. She's no longer with me, but I swear she lives in every pair I make. Her closet seemed enormous to me, like a whole world. And she, so vain, so in love with fashion and especially with shoes, would open... Read more...