Happy Friday, darlings!
So, I scored these pink heels off Trade Me for a bargainacious price.....they look divoon, all slutty and pointy and they do lengthen my leg most gratifyingly....
BUT THEY FRIGGING HURT!!!
They had the nerve to curtail my shopping after work today, and that, ladies, is a crime.
So I am a little peeved.
And then I had to take my own pix today, as my personal photographer was working late....
But I did, at least, pick up a few goodies before being forced home with tender, aching tootsies:
A pile of cookbooks at my favourite Sallies, plus an amusing looking book on Stroppy Sheilas that I can't wait to get into.
It's about feisty and remarkable women that have come out of New Zealand.
I'm not in it.
"Stroppy" is a term we use for a fierce and boisterous woman that you wouldn't want to cross!
I've been called stroppy more times than I care to remember.
I'm only stroppy sometimes.
After the Sallies, I hit the Indian warehouse and stocked up on all manner of delights, before dashing into the Mediteranean warehouse to take care of an anchovy emergency.
(G gets anxious when the anchovy supply runs out)
Then into the City Mission for a quick, painful trot about, where I picked up a splendid knitting bag, some sewing thread, a couple of faux fur collars, a glass measuring jug, some hairclips for putting on bows and flowers and some tights to make another hair rat with.
And that, as they say, was that.
I tore off those shoes to drive home, and then balanced gingerly upon them to take my outfit pix...the things I do in the name of blogging!
But I know you're grateful.
PS: We're going out for teppanyaki tonight-WTF am I going to wear?!
Will my feet recover in time?!