I made a vow to myself a while ago that I’d stop spending. I spent some more and re-established the vow. I then spent more money and tried to work on my marriage with my bank balance, but it seems it is not meant to be, because I’ve spent more. You could say I’m having a marital tiff with my bank account. We’re on the brink of divorce. The cause of all this pain and upset (on my bank account’s part) is a shopping trip I took today where I bought these darling shoes from Zara (amongst other things…. I know, I KNOW).
I’ve been eyeing them up for a while and I saw them today and practically ran and skidded on the floor to get to them, like some kind of torpedo was going to come along and whisk them all away in the time it would take me to walk over to them like a normal person. But I had to have them, obviously, so in a rather dramatic fashion I dropped everything, shoved my foot inside and decided they were mine.
I cannot wait to wear these, I literally have a million outfits planned to wear them with, both summer and winter versions. Lace skirts with leather jackets, black skinnies and scruffy tees, pencil skirts and button up shirts, shorts & tights; endless outfits. They are the definition of perfection.