Source: manrepeller.com See how many f**** she gives? I'd say none. |
A couple of months back, I was scouring the Topshop sale
with one of my many fellow shopping addicts when I came across the most divine
pair of shoes hidden among the array of “from £79.99 to £69.99” booties (no
Topshop that is not a sale, sort it out). Diamonds in the wrath I thought, as I
eyed these beauties, praying they would fit my ridiculously wide feet. I sat
down, forced slid my foot in and stood up. Slightly squished
toes, but nowhere near the Geisha-esque tightness I assumed. They fit. They
were gorgeous. And they were £20. As I raised them up to the sky as Rafiki did
with Simba, I turned around to see my friend, eyebrows raised, lip curled,
giving me that look. I lowered the
shoes, my face dropping. “What?”
“Um...Caz you know I love you, which is
precisely why I’m going to tell you to gently put those back and start towards
the exit.” I blinked at him; what was wrong with them? Okay, so they were
leopard print suede, a bit square and had a heel like a dodgy cowboy boot, but couldn't
he see the potential?