Saturday, February 23, 2008

Shoes. Imelda. Life

So, I went to Miranda Fair (big fat Grrrrr) to buy some shoes for Miss M, who is one (European) size smaller than me, and thinks it all highly amusing...

I was in the market for some shoes for myself, having done a clear-out and binned a load of shoes I haven't worn in years. We went to Myers, we went to DJs, we went to Mollini, but nothing was grabbing me, y'know...

And then, Nine West... we walked in and I wasn't just grabbed, I was clasped to a bosom and embraced to within an inch of my life. I don't think I have ever bought a pair of shoes with less hesitation in my life...

Behold!

Yeah, MrB isn't a fan, but Miss M and I love them so very very very much.

They are my rockstar shoes.

I think it's the cheeky little notch out of the wedge that does it.

Bliss.

8 Comments:

Blogger Mizanthrop said...

You (and Miss M) did good, yes indeed.

*drools*

23/2/08 10:21 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

gay.

24/2/08 7:56 am  
Blogger actonb said...

Miz - It was a fulfilling mother-daughter bonding session..

anon - if you mean happy and joyful, then yes! totally gay! tra-la-la!

24/2/08 8:03 am  
Blogger actonb said...

... and having just worked out which particular anon you are, then all I can say is 'Harumph! Like YOU can talk young man...'

24/2/08 8:05 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

completely unrelated

flogging molly

google it. awesome. going to boston for paddys. dropkick murphys tix in hand.
you make your own luck.
n.

24/2/08 8:01 pm  
Blogger actonb said...

Hmmm...

Just remember to send Gran a birthday card.

Other than that:
Bastard!

hugs babe.

25/2/08 12:14 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you know me. i never send cards. it's just a me thing.

25/2/08 2:55 am  
Blogger actonb said...

Yeah, I don't do the card thing either.

But getting shitty abut not getting cards? It's a Granny thing.

25/2/08 6:39 am  

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