Monday, May 28, 2007
Tales of a wet Bank Holiday
Once upon a time, a wet Bank Holiday would have meant that the house got cleaned or the ironing mountain scaled...but today, knowing that most of the town centre shops would be open I sallied forth to buy some shoes for latest god-daughter's baptism this Sunday.
WHY doe m*o*s*h*u*l*u sell quite so many delicious styles that actually fit my incredibly awkward wide feet with high instep? I suspect that those who attempted to steal my credit last week may have done me a favour, as armed only with a debit card I had to go for the either/or rather than both/and option. Not saying I won't go back for the other pairs, mind...But the pale stone pair, 2nd along, will do quite beautifully - (Caroline - they are to go with that linen skirt you passed this way a while ago...so with skirt as a gift, I feel entirely justified in a quick splurge on footwear). I found a jacket too, but am awaiting HG's return from uni to confirm whether this will in fact "do". Meanwhile, am so excited about pretty shoes it's pathetic, really! I should get out more.