Regular Twitter followers will know I have a thing for small fluffy animals: baby animal videos on YouTube, other people’s dogs which I stop to talk to in the street (in that annoying baby voice people seem to reserve for babies and really tiny dogs), the bunnies who live in the hedgerows near my house which I coo at as I cycle past, tiny golden woodland animal jewels… they all make me squeal with glee like a small child/strange cat lady.
And so, because I’m mid-way through a No Shopping January* (which would simply be no fun at all to read about I’m sure), I thought I would show you my new Charlotte Olympia Kitty heels instead (much more fun than a boring old shopping diet).
Practical they are not, but I’ve loved these Kitty heels since the moment I laid eyes on them at Charlotte Olympia’s murder mystery tea party at London Fashion Week back in February of last year, and then gazed longingly at them for months and months (it was between them or the glittery Miu Mius, and the Miu Mius won in the end). I had finally accepted they weren’t to be mine when, browsing the online sales one rainy day at the end of December, I saw them: the very last pair, in a size 40, on sale. Cinderella destiny; clearly they were meant to be mine.
And that, my lovelies, is why I now have shoes that look like pets (minus the catfood/babysitting issues). They might make me look like some kind of weird cat lady when I wear them but seriously, how can you resist those cute little golden whiskers and ears?
What do you think? Do you like your wardrobe to have a little sense of humour from time to time?
Love, Miss B xx
* I’m trying to avoid buying anything non-essential thing for all of January, and am instead trying to clear my wardrobe of all the things I don’t love/wear, cumulating in one gigantic ebay sale at the end of the month.
