I've been MIA from blogging for a week and a bit, thanks to the half term break. It's been a rather refreshing respite and.......... wow, there's a world outside of blogging (!!!). I've also signed up for Pilates lessons to tone up my pudgy self and hopefully, fix my old sports injury. I'm glued to a laptop nearly everyday and live a somewhat sedentary lifestyle but it's high time I have a more consistent exercise routine.
Oh, and I've just discovered Korean dramas for the first time ever, thanks to a friend of mine who insisted I MUST check them out at least once. Lots of crying.....self sacrificial love....overly dramatic acting but boy, are they addictive. I'm still trying to work out the crazy hairstyle on the rather effeminate looking Korean actors and the kawaii style of acting. I guess they must really like cutesy, helpless girls.....
A friend and I with two kids in tow (okay, one's a teenager so technically it's only one kid) made a mad dash to London. We stayed overnight at a hotel I wouldn't ever recommend in this lifetime nor the next. This is what happens when you make a last minute booking.
I was dying to go to Nicholas Kirkwood sample sale. I'm obsessed with his shoes. The previous sale was a miss but I was hoping to see sensible heels and flats on offer this time around as he has introduced more of these into his current collections. It was surprisingly quiet when we arrived just before lunchtime. There were a lot more choices for those who are "blessed" with impossibly small size 35 feet.
I grabbed a few options (second photo from left to right) - the first pair (£200) were a little too similar to the ones I'd bought recently. The lace mules with fancy triangle heels were comfortable. The £50 price tag made them even more tempting but received a resounding no from my posse. I'd tried on the mesh and suede heels before at Browns. They were surprisingly comfortable but the price tag of £600 made me feel a little faint. It took 3 different staff members to find the other sandal. Actually, I should add that I was desperate enough to race from one corner of the room to the next, peering over the table to see if the box was misplaced. It was a triumphant moment equivalent to nabbing the ultimate prize at a competition when I held both heels to my chest and made it to the cashier's desk. Yeah......only a fellow shoeaholic will understand that feeling. By the way, they were £175. The pointy strappy heels were a mere £75 but again, my honest posse shook their heads. Oh well, those with bunions should never wear pointy heels anyway.