Dear reader, this isn't groundhog day. I promise. I know I have hyperventilated over the Jimmy Choo for H&M collection previously, but my attentive little noggin notes the countdown to the prelaunch party is really drawing to a close. Two sleeps to go, to be precise. And this time I'm writing not to the awful lyrics of Shyne, but to a rather vintage number from Paul Simon; Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes. And yes, that sure is a way to lose those walking blues. So I may not be able to afford bejeweled brogues, but once I've shoehorned my itty bitty size 3 feet (yes, they're small, it's a miracle I stay standing in a strong breeze) into some Choos I'm sure every cloud will have a silver lining and a smile will split my face in half. What is it about shoes that is so uplifting?? When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping.
ANYWAY, I'm not some snooty fashion type that takes Vogue hosted parties in her stride whilst inhaling canapes and knocking back the Moet. I am unashamedly absolutely bloody excited; I don't think I've been this excited since I asked for a Playmobil Pony Ranch for my birthday when I was five. I'm getting my hair done especially; bardot beehive, naturally. The dress is picked. The tights are picked. The shoes, of course, are picked. I suspect if on the night the DJ plays my favourite song I shall be compelled to dance, if I bump into a celebrity I will be overwhelmed by starstruck enduced endorphins and if I fall in love with some shoes I shall squeal. Basically, I plan on having a jolly good time. Care to join me, Shulman?
Who's that girl and what's she doing with that divine bag?!
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