I had to be in town today to meet a friend, and check some guests into Argyle, my little holiday apartment. And while doing a little bit of window shopping in between, I seem to have found myself inside the doors of a swish boutique - and very soon afterwards I was the proud owner of some pretty swishy swish leather upper & soled, gold ballet flats!
I am now feeling all special and sparkly, and am childishly wearing them non-stop, glancing romantically down at my feet every few minutes - then experiencing mild anxiety attacks (also known as byers remorse)! And then reminding myself that a little bit of swishy shishness is okay, and perhaps to be advised advised, every now and then...
Shell xx
