Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Love or lust? Me, I can see their charm but I don't do heels. Ever. Too risky (plus I am five ten anyway). And I just realised showing my age. I cannot think in centimetres.
Nice enough, but a little high. And the ruffles need to be studded with diamonds to match the clutch and brooch.
My eldest wears things like this and never falls - God knows how - she is already tall but when she puts her heels on you really have to look up
EC, I love the look of them but I couldn't stand up in them let alone walk. I just love the frilly bits.River, such taste but of course, a sprinkle of diamonds (discreet) would be icing on the dessert shoe.Therese, she'll have those memories when she's like us and looking to anchor herself to gravity in granny boots.
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