Can you Spot the Difference?
Yes, its the Shoes.
This morning I trotted down to school with my usual Security Blanket Sockettes on underneath a rather dowdy pair of thrifted Bruno Magli court shoes. Now there's a term you don't hear too much these days - 'Court Shoes', but v. popular when I was a Lassie. Is it meant to be some anachronistic reference to the court of King Louis & Marie Antoinette, I wonder?
Perhaps someone might know.
Anyway, around 11am, I'd had a gutful, as they say in the teaching trade. I had a cold. And naughty inattentive sleepy girls all morning. And it was monday. And I'd gotten rained on again. What better way to Cure my WasherwomanWoes than to stroll up to 'BednobsEtc' during my free lesson(s)?
I immediately cheered up with two pairs of patent sandals with just a touch of a heel. Just enough to remove a couple of kilos.
Now, if only the rest of my life was that easy.