The Slingback

When I first saw blogger-most-excellent Monikh wearing these heels I knew they had to be mine. They were sold out on-line and at Oxford Circus causing me to have a Cry Face To Infinity And Beyond. After some serious searching I finally found a pair of Size 5s in Toppers Kensington and was all set to do a dash to W8 (with a possible additional quick scoot round Whole Foods while I was there). When.....bingo bango bongo they reappeared on-line. Oh joy! Oh heaven! There is a God! (And his name is Phillip Green). When they arrived I did a little shoe dance (well, as much as I could without twisting my ankle). They kinda remind me of the shoes I wanted to wear when I was 8. My Mum luckily had a very good selection of heels for playing dress-up with- imagining how sophisticated and 9-5ish and Rive Gauchey I'd be when I grew up. The sophis bit never happened, but the shoe collection certainly did :) Catch you soon xx

PS Why am I doing my still-lifes outside I hear you cry? Well, over the last few weeks things have gone a little bit shit for me, to say the least. The building where I live has been covered in scaffolding and as a result I can barely see the hand in front of my face, let alone have enough light to shoot inside with. Gutted doesn't even butter the biscuit. I cannot wait to get back to normal, and hopefully restore my eyesight too :)

(Please leave as many sympathetic comments as possible, thank-you, A Cinema-Dweller)