Sad times...

You know when you think you have found them? By them I mean the perfect shoes. Ones you can put with any item in your wardrobe. That people comment on when they see them. That you can foresee spending lots of quality time with, ok maybe that's a bit far. But last week I found them, the shoes of my dreams. Vintage brown sandals from BHS back in the day. It was love at first sight, I snapped them up and wore them the first chance I got.

Which happened to be a trip to the National Gallery. Where my amazing shoes literally crumbled beneath my feet. How does that even happen? I left a trail of white chalky shoe goodness all around the gallery and now I'm amazing shoe-less. Damn. 

Uncovering my secret

One of my favourite sunday activities is to spend the day wandering around a boot sale finding treasures and bargains galore. And for the last couple of years my favourite has been one in Battersea; it starts late in the day and I've always found amazing things, time after time. I went today for the first time in months and it was...disappointing. Granted, it was an amazingly hot day but it was so busy, and everyone was just so rude! Pushing through, ramming you with a trolley. Bootsales aren't the best places for toddlers really.

I did get a few things, Miss Dior Cherie for an amazing price, and possibly some amazingly tacky vintage pieces. Probably a waste of money, seeing as I'm going to Magaluf in 5 days!

The unemployed subject is still bone of contention, but I am trying!