is there really anything better than this shopping spree?

Stop press!

The shoes have arrived. (see archives for the full story)

And, oh my goodness, they are gorgeous! Have a look for yourself...

Comfortable, beautiful, colourful, attractive, stylish... who wouldn't want to step out in a pair of these? Other than Frank and most other men I imagine. He was not initially wowed.

When I donned the delicious little green numbers he asked where on earth I would wear them? Hello?! Where not to wear them is more the question! I'm even wondering how I can secret them into work - would they pass as a new form of safety shoes?

One small sadness (apart from not being able to have a party to enable the whole world to experience them...) - we have beautiful polished floorboards.

No shoes inside and no exceptions.

What's a girl to do?! I want to wear them all day but it's just not an option. Anyone monitoring my movements this afternoon will have noticed that I keep sneaking down the hall, standing on the mat in front of our mirror, donning the shoes and having my own little fashion parade.

Ahhhh