"Maybe," I thought to myself this morning, as I revised mindlessly and stroked the puppy that was nestled on my knee in the manner of Dr. Evil stroking his cat. "Maybe I'll go into town and buy Harper's Bazaar, see my through the week,". And now the idea was planted there was no repressing it's growth, so I wandered up the road to the bus-stop in the most ridiculous amount of draping I could lay my hands on (think jersey harem pants, a baggy white t-shirt, a draped cardigan and a cape/coat with extra, sumptuous folds of material draped over the front and back)... my personal take on the 'I don't care if it's raining and I don't care if you think I am a living pile of dirty laundry. I LOVE DRAPING' kind of a look.
Once in town, with the depressingly slim magazine tucked under my arm (no bag! I'm saving the environment!) of course I had lots of time before the bus home arrived so I had a nonchalant browse of the charity shops in the area, and somehow found myself in the shoe department of Dorothy Perkins... this left me delirious and somewhat clouded my judgement, and when I spotted the basket-weave red platforms I had seen and admires on the otherwise infuriating Fearne Cotton, with £5 off, I accidentally bought them and bounced home with glee and a tiny bit of guilt... (I even had a bag... shoe boxes are a tricky thing to lug across the city). So I'm not going out tonight, I spent my alcohol on the shoes, but hey; saved myself a hangover and gave myself both a literal and metaphorical lift!
Once home, opening the box I crossed my fingers I would find these, by a stroke of insane luck and a bit of magic from the footwear fairy...
Once in town, with the depressingly slim magazine tucked under my arm (no bag! I'm saving the environment!) of course I had lots of time before the bus home arrived so I had a nonchalant browse of the charity shops in the area, and somehow found myself in the shoe department of Dorothy Perkins... this left me delirious and somewhat clouded my judgement, and when I spotted the basket-weave red platforms I had seen and admires on the otherwise infuriating Fearne Cotton, with £5 off, I accidentally bought them and bounced home with glee and a tiny bit of guilt... (I even had a bag... shoe boxes are a tricky thing to lug across the city). So I'm not going out tonight, I spent my alcohol on the shoes, but hey; saved myself a hangover and gave myself both a literal and metaphorical lift!
Once home, opening the box I crossed my fingers I would find these, by a stroke of insane luck and a bit of magic from the footwear fairy...
But no, sadly that was not the case. I'll settle for these anyway.
gorgeous shoessss
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cool shoes! <33
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both are great and anice candy color . you e a good writer btw thanks for commenting we really appreciate it
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