A good solid pair of shoes!
I'm having a bad day. Got off the wrong side of the bed, my hair just refuses to stay normal. I'm already running late when I realize that none of my formals are ironed. I have booked my pool, which will arrive at any minute at my location, expecting me to greet him on the road, little does he know that I can't find my charger. Somehow I manage to pull myself together, grab my stuff and reach the door. Now, here is something good. I look down at my shoe-rack, with my beautiful footwear stacked neatly, and I forget all about the horrible morning I have been having. I choose which one gets to go out today, tell the others I love them just as much and leave home, for yet another struggle of a day. So, I'm not much for one with fashion and clothes but I have a weakness. Shoes! Ohh my that pretty pair of Charles and Keith kept in my cupboard do for me what no amount of ice-cream or chocolate or a chick flick can. I remember the day I got them. I was having one of those &q