I’m starting a new series where I write #ALoveLetterTo whatever is filling my phone, heart or mind at that current moment. Today’s has a touch of sparkle about it but then that shouldn’t come as a surprise.
I always knew I could rely on Selfridges shoe lounge in the hunt for my wedding shoes. My mum and I decided to visit my shoe Mecca and put my Manolo craving to bed.
Sound the klaxon, we’re getting into party season people! Strictly’s gracing our screens, the supermarkets are stocking tins of Quality Streets and the stores are full of sequins. All this means one thing, bedazzled, embellished-to-the-max shoes of dreams, ready to get their groove on.
These shoes are doing funny things to me. Never before have I seriously considered parting with that much hard cash for a pair of shoes. But then again, never have I received a tax refund at the particular point where I’m considering the big purchase.
September was bloody brilliant apart from a small blip, where Al had to have half his little toe amputated two days before his birthday. Despite the blip, we had the best month celebrating his 30th birthday.
And I’m down with that. So down, that I’m going to print this pic out and stick it in my wedding collage book. Oh yes I am.
August has gone by in a blur so I noted down my best bits… It’s been one helluva sweaty, barbecue-filled month.
I don’t even know where to begin with these boots. They are next-level gorgeous. I am so smitten it actually hurts a little.
I should clarify that I’m not talking about the antelopes but the Adidas trainers taking my social feeds by storm. I want them and my feet most definitely need them.