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,