When life gives you lemons....

....don't make lemonade. Ask instead for limes and and make a lime cordial. Lime cordial is traditional and never goes out style. Lemonade will eventually go flat. Don't be flat, be zingy like a lime. 

I got handed a big bunch of lemons on Monday and I'm going back for limes. I'll probably put said limes in a new fruit bowl too. The one they are currently in is too large that they have got lost, they aren't appreciated nor are they valued. Time to find a smaller bowl because let's face it its quality not quantity. I'd rather a small bunch of rare and special limes than a whole lemon tree. 

Today's shoes reflect me:

1. They are a bit old but still look good. 

2. They are gold as is my hair (or it will be on Sunday at around 5pm once I've visited my hairdresser)

3. Bit frayed around the edges equals my Hvar holiday weight (I'm off to the gym tonight so I'll get that sorted)

4. They are comfy and although I'm not a comfort shoes kind of a girl this week I am. (See above for reasons why)

So today's lesson is always be a lime. Green is such a good colour on me too it goes with my Irish green eyes. 

The end. 

It'll be all white

Thought it was time to add an entry to this non-existent blog. I'm wearing my favourite shoes in the world ever with one of my most favourite vintage dresses. You may be surprised that my favourite shoes are white stilettos but if Carrie Bradshaw/SJP can wear them then so I can!

I've just returned from what can only be described as a 'lads on tour' weekend in the one and only Benidorm. Why did you go there I hear you cry? Well I have my dear Aunty Maria and her BFF Jan to blame for that. 12 of us celebrated their 50th birthdays and my god did we celebrate. This is a general list of what happened (it's sensored as what happens on tour stays on tour):

1. 3 of us fell over (I might have been one of them). I blame the heels 

2. We drank our body weight in wine and cava but at 2 euros a go who can really blame us

3. We laughed A LOT, mostly at the expensive of others in the group. 'Roids babes. 

4. We have all mastered the slut drop, even my mum. I'm proud. 

We literally drank and laughed our way through 3 days. We all made friends and we've all decided to do it all again next year. Not Benidorm though, once is quite enough.

Until next time...

Field Work

Hello, I know it's been a while and I know you probably feel let down by me but I can only apologise. Here are the reasons for my absence:

1. I ran out of winter shoes/boots 

2. I lost my WIT a woo. I was just woo. 

3. I started to work for a big corporation 

So my first mistake was point 3, they need to teach this primary school, the corporate world equals bullshit. I'm actively encouraging the word bullshit at primary level. Learn young kids, work is a cow pat. 

Fashion corps (where I spend my days) are all plain sailing until one of your vintage heels sinks into the corporation cow field. The cow pats may be scented with Chanel but beneath the Coco its just a mess. Keep caution and stay on the road. 

Obviously dealing with such is not about wellys, it's about putting on your best heels and holding your Great British head up and wading through. Best of girls, best of. 

In light of the above here are the very heels I wore to the Queens Opening Of State Parliament last Wednesday. Queen Elizabeth would never take anything from

a bull so nor should we. 

Here here 

Stuck in the Middle (East) with you.

Day...Sunday morning 01:18 Abu Dhabi time. 

Location: Abu Dhabi Lounge, Abu Dhabi airport. 

Accessories: glass of champagne and topshop heels. 

Now don't get too excited, this is not me back for good this is me bored and a bit squify in Abu Dhabi airport waiting for my flight back to the homeland. 

Anyone who hadn't experienced the Middle East I urge you to do so. It's ever so glamorous with the right side of opulence. I very much agree with it. Turns out my feet do too as they are now the proud owners of 3 new pairs of shoes. Lucky feet. 

Annual leave

Days 91 & 92

Trainers and ballet pumps respectively. 

I'll be out of the office from day 91 until the forseeable future. Please contact your nearest Topshop or favourite fashion magazine for any shoe updates. 

Vintage obsessed

Day 90:

Zero shoes 

I spent most of the day sorting out my wardrobes. The vintage one is now colour co ordinated and the non-vintage also follows suit. Next stop is the shoes. 

I'm not allowed to buy anymore vintage dresses, I have far too many for one person. The BBC could make a documentary about my vintage dress habit. The vintage hoarder next door. I might be a hoarder but I'm a fabulous hoarder. 

The end. 

Feeling blue

Day 89:

Blue colour block heels from Carvela

As you can see these beauties go with my blue stripe vintage dress. Matching heels with shoes, how novel. 

Worn tonight with 20" pizzas, wine and a busy bar full of boys. Single girls rule.