I decided some time ago that once I got to the 73kilos mark, I would need to go shoe shopping. And I don't mean shoe shopping, I mean SHOE shopping.
I had wanted a pair of Louboutins, I had oggled them. I visited the shop in Paris and pressed my little middle-class nose against the windows. I decided to visit the Mount Street shop - a part of Mayfair I've never wandered. It was glamorous, it wasn't very busy, the service was slack. S-L-A-C-K.
And the shoes were very uncomfortable. I had dreamt that they would be sexy and hot and wow! but.... they weren't.
So I walked next door and bought a glorious pair of sexy shoes at Nicholas Kirkwood.
And they are totally amazing. They aren't black and I look at them regularly and think how wonderful they are... which means I should never have bought a pair of Loubies, and I didn't. Hurrah!
Sunday, August 3, 2014
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