"Your daddy's rich, and your momma's good looking..."

Bonjour mes amies, the weather in London this week has been absolutely gorgeous. Like not even English hot, internationally hot. This weekend temperatures haven't dropped below 28 ºC (82.4 ºF), and are hotter than several places in Southern Europe like France, Spain and Greece; far too lovely to be stuck inside revising for anyone, especially for a sun-worshipping, summer loving girl like me.

We all need breaks from time to time, and I was losing the few precious social skills I have with every hour of revision so I jumped at the chance to spend some time soaking up the sun around London Town with my amigo Barbara. We had such a great adventure, walking around the gorgeous Battersea Park (below) taking pictures for our photoshoot  (if the pictures turn out nicely i'll show them to you soon). It also gave me a chance to wear my brand new gorgeous navy wedges. A good wedge is SO hard to find, and i'd been desperately looking, so I snapped these up the moment I saw them (shoes have never counted in my shopping ban btw)

The only problem was, they were brand new. As in not-broken-in-brand-new. I should have known better, I live in heels, shoes are my raison d'être (reason for being), I know what happens but still stupidly ignored the voice in my head that told me to bring flats. I thought i'd be okay. I wasn't. By the end of the day I was covered in blisters and plasters, unable to walk, and had to call my mum to pick me up...and bring my (broken in) flats. I am officially a fashion martyr, suffering in the name of my art. But je ne regrette rien, they were bloody beautiful shoes:

Your long post is a-coming but this is about all I can manage for today darlings.  I hope you are all immense and I will respond to your lovely comments and check out your blogs very soon. Right, back to the books.

Stay safe and chic mes chéries,

English Ro

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