Last night to dinner I wore my extemely sexy liar shoes, they claim they have a leather upper but after a week or so, such a shoe tends to stretch slightly and mold to your feet.
These have not and therefore after three hours uncomfortable turns into a "slightly" burning sensation... *totally worth it!
Around two hours into the night - after bragging about my accidental flashness with my awesome sparkly (prada) glasses, bows on my (versace) sunglasses and textured (prada) phone, I stood up and felt a stone in my shoe.
For those of you that wear heels - that burn - you know taking them off is a death wish so I spent a good six minutes while moving between awesome comic book pub to sexy chandelair bar weighing up my options.
I "of course" decided to play with fire and remove said stone!
First attempt was a slight failure. Waiting at the lights I pulled off my shoe and the green man flashed... back on goes my shoe and my new nemises the stone is still firmly lodged in my foot.
Then the boys stop to purve at a table of used books of all things - did I mention I love the city? - and I get to remove my shoe and off of the bottom of my foot I pull a dimante!
WTF? How does one find herseld in possesion of a stray dimante in her shoe that happens to look like it has been sharpened to a freaken point?!? (Presumably by bored elves... christmas is still quite far away after all).
Miss TH thought this was funnier then the "oh water" conversation and dubbed it The Princess and the Pea moment!
Have I mentioned how much I love my friends? :)
Miss R x
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