So i had a moment of madness this morning and pulled on a pair of heels, *gasp*  For those who know me, they will know that i have an unrivalled loyalty to pumps and converses and I'm always the first one to laugh at the would-be Carrie Bradshaw's in the street walking like a newborn donkey on speed with the look of sheer determination on their faces.  God loves a tryer, eh?  Don't get me wrong, I have had many a moment cooing at the elegance of the offerings of Schuh and Office in town, but alas, said heeled wonders are always plonked back on the shelf, ready to entice the next battler willing to overcome a few blisters and bunions for pretty feet.

So whilst my tan flat boots had served me well, the death knell was sounded when a patch started coming off at the tip of the boots and basically, i looked like a classy homeless person.  Cue Lovely Brown Heeled Boots from Topshop who will hopefully be taking me on a few adventures over the next few weeks.  Said adventures will probably include the A&E department but hey, I'm sure they appreciate a good pair of heels over there as much as anyone else.

Just in case you wanted a nosey at the new object of my affection, behold Ladies and gentlemen; i give you Lovely Brown Heeled Boots

*thunderous applause*