Going to Australia

I am going to Melbourne on Monday, and it is causing me some wardrobe headaches. For me this is holiday time, and I like to wear nice clothes when I go away. But for all my daydreaming about looking stylish and stumbling on some hidden gem of a bar where I meet totally cool people, I find myself being practical and balancing my need for fab clothes with the fact that sightseeing means you have to walk everywhere and go from museum to restaurant, shop to shop all day. It's the old I think I'm Carrie, but I'm actually Miranda situation.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I had a brainwave. As it is winter in Oz I could stock up on wet look leggings from American Apparel - edgy and comfy. By day I shall wear them with boots or flat pumps, and by night with my new Louboutins or my favourite Zara grey peep toe brogues that are super high but amazingly easy to walk in and are so on the money it hurts. When Zara are good they are amazing. I have invested in pink, black cracked and silver. It might be too much for my brother, in which case my fail safe are Uniqlo jeans - £20 a pop when bought in the 2 for £40 deal which they run every couple of months, and so great I have stopped buying designer denim. What is the point when the cheap stuff is a better cut, wash and fit?

The Last Week Of Work

Well, what with the knowledge that employment is coming to an end, I have been trying to spend less. On the whole this has worked well, until that is I decided to visit the shoe department of Selfridges. In my head I was telling myself all I wanted to do was see the YSL Tribute platforms in the flesh, but my head and my heart are rarely at one when it comes to shoes.

I came, I saw the Tributes (can't say they did it for me) and then I saw the Louboutins...and I was doing okay, but then I did something stupid - yes, I slipped one on, that that was that. £400 quid poorer in seconds. They are white, so I will ruin them in seconds, they are strappy and high, so I will never walk in them anywhere, but they make me into some glam starlet in my mind. And so far I have worn them in my bedroom, too scared even to take a step in them in case I mess up the glossy red soles.