So I had to attend a family gathering tonight and what with it being my dad’s side of the family, my mum insisted that she needed to go and buy a new outfit to look presentable. After buying herself half of next and attempting to justify it with her 25% discount she looked at me with pitiful eyes and announced that she felt guilty for not buying me anything. Being the doting and selfless daughter that I am I thought it would only be fair to put her out of her despair and direct her in the direction of the Dorothy Perkin’s shoe sale. Once in the shop these beauties stuck out to me. I’ve got a real thing for wedges at the moment and for £15 these were a steal! They’re actually so easy to walk in too which makes them my new all-time favourites!
However, this post will be ended on a very bitter and solemn note. Below you will see the remains of my beloved statement ring. I smacked it along the car door when we arrived at the party and, I kid you not, a part of me died when I heard the flower fall to floor – it was similar to the devastation I felt a few years back upon treading on and breaking my ghds (ouch). The look of horror upon my dad’s face, who thought I had marked his cherished car, was quite a site. He was so relieved that I hadn’t that he offered to buy me a replacement ring in the next few days and luckily accessorize still stock it!
Ha, I’ve just realised how much I waffle on in my posts – apologies! I've also updated three days in a row now (somebody needs to get a life) but fear not because this week I shall revise properly so this is the end of my rambling for atleast a week!