Yesterday I headed off to the shops to make a sensible purchase of very necerssary new jeans.  I accidently went in to a shop called Seppalla where there just happened to be a sale.  Big mistake.  A shoe sale!  Even bigger mistake.  Consequently I found myself running towards the counter with my arms full of things I didn't need but couldn't leave without.  Silver shoes that I'd lusted over in previous weeks but would never consider wasting my money on!

Afterwards I felt silly and frivoulous.  Then I woke up this morning.  It was grey and drizzly and what was worse, I had to go to work, on a Saturday morning!  What got me out of bed?  Gorgeous, metallic silver heels!  I put them on far too soon, just to totter about the house in them.  My excitement even inspired my boyfriend to put on his prized 1980's vintage E-bay bought trainers! 

The streets were empty, not many people in this town are walking to work on Saturday morning.  I had my head to the ground the whole way.  Not because I was feeling blue, but with a smile on my face as I watched my dainty silver toes tapping along the rain soaked pavement.  The drizzle only seemed to make them shine all the brighter. 

£10 well spent.