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.
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