The small boy and I popped over to Henley on Thursday morning for a quick doctor's appointment, a not-so-quick look round the shops, and a not-very-quick-at-all stopp off in Maison Blanc for a delicious mocha (I had the mocha, he had some pieces of toast leftover from his breakfast.)
While we were on our not-so-quick look around the shops, we popped in to Laura Ashley. Now, Laura Ashley stock lovely clothes in the 'English country casual' sort of style, but I never bother to look at them as the largest size they go up to is a UK 20, and I'm a UK 22 (and sometimes it's a bit of a squeeze even to get into a 22 depending on the cut/store). I suppose at some point in the not too distant future I will be a size 20, but I'm not sure I want to buy too many/any new clothes in that size because I'm guessing I'll be moving on down to an 18 a little while later. Anyway, I digress. The point of all this was that as we walked in to the shop I spied this gorgeous pair of pony skin (not real, I hasten to add) shoes:
I don't wear heels, ever. Well, I used to wear a pair of boots with a 3 inch chunky heel until I fell over one night about six years ago when very drunk and broke my ankle in them. That was pretty much the last time I've worn heels of any kind; the closest I get to it now is standing on tiptoe to reach something from a high shelf.
But, for these little beauties, perhaps I could make an exception... Trouble is, they're an eye-watering £125 which is more than I ever ever paid for a pair of shoes in my life (I did pay more than that for the boots which broke my ankle, and look where that got me.) And, putting aside the price, if I do buy a pair, I wonder if by the time I get up the courage/ability to wear them, might my feet have lost weight like the rest of me, and shrunk?!