Dear readers 3

Dear readers, this is Lotta. In a Missoni-inspired little number she sewed herself. She cooks! She sews! She tells hilarious stories. I know her through the internets. 

We had lunch at Moderna Museet. 

Dear super-readers

Yes! I now have one more fantastic reader blogging to me.
How lucky can one girl get?

First there was Koko.
Now there's also Lisa.

And d!

Feel free to start your own blog writing to me, wherever you are.
I love you all.

We'll have a convention somewhere next year.
This is important!
-emi

dear readers

dear readers, don't read.
listen to this instead

Dear readers and fellow consumers

Dear readers and fellow consumers, this is what you look like to me.
This is all I know about you.
I wonder about you. You know so much about me.
Go little white dot in Brazil! Lovely reader in Bangalore, how's your thali today?
Australian readers, would you show me round Canberra and Adelaide?

Dear readers

Dear readers, today at McDonalds, I complain to my mom about the toys in the happy meal once again, adding that this is something "THE END CONSUMER" has already bitched about.


Mom, without missing a beat goes "the end consumer, what is that? I mean really? Is that a person ordering his own coffin?".

Yes, that is the real end consumer.

Ordering your own coffin is also a perfect metaphor for eating at McDonalds. Enjoy your happy meal!

-e

Dear readers

Dear readers, remember a while back when I tried to save money and ended up spending way too much on crap I don't need? This is the doll I bought.

Dear reader

Dear reader, one of these three kids experienced a very important event yesterday.
Which one, and what was it?

from left to right:
Niki, Joel and Vanja
-the end consumer



















yes. first loss of tooth. which I guess also marked an important day for myself.
Yesterday a regular mom. Today - tooth fairy! You can still call me emi.

Dear, beloved, treasured Fiorentini and Baker

Dear, beloved, treasured Fiorentini and Baker, you have made me such a very happy woman.
I have written so much about the trials of my feet, but now, for the first time in AGES I have great news to share with those of you who share my strange fate, that of human beings born with duck feet.

The answer to our prayers is Fiorentini + Baker, Italian boots with style AND room for inserts.
Sure they're expensive, but cheaper than surgery and do not require sick leave.
Halleluja.
Spread the word.

I'm saving up to visit their store in Bologna.
Join me if you can.

-a happy end consumer

Dear beloved clog

Dear beloved clog, see how I so cherished the idea of wearing you that pain or logic couldn't stop me?

I know that clog looks like it's a medieval find from a bog, but it's my shoe. And there are people on facebook naming me among their top fashion friends! The fools!



















Feet must be punished.
Prison garb must be donned.


















-e

Dear Hasbeens

Dear Hasbeens, are you the answer to my prayers?
Is this my future?












I pray, pray, pray it is.
Will return with report.

Greetings-
the end consumer

Dear Acne

Dear Acne,
once upon a time, a long time ago, I saw the most perfect ankle boots on a pretty blonde (Susanne Dahlqvist if you need to know). I stalked her down and asked where she'd found them. They're Acne, she tells me.

I go to every Acne retailer in town and finally find a pair in my size. They're so hot, I'm drooling.

I pay and drag my prey home to my cave.
Unfortunately, my feet are the shape they are.
My life is challenged by this sad equation of shapes, flesh and bones.















I'm growing up. I realize it's not possible. I'm selling my babies.
And the reason I'm writing you about this is that I suggest you put a warning label on your shoe boxes: Caution! Content may cause lack of judgement. Not suitable for ladies with wide feet.

Here's my boot thinking about a bright future on the foot of another happy lady.



















Greetings from
-the end consumer