This post was supposed to go up as a mobile post from my phone when I was away in Kent but it didn't so here it is...
>>I had a fairytale moment yesterday but it wasn't a Disney affair where I got the tiara, fluffy gown and supposed happy ending (did anyone ever find out whether they all had happy divorce-free marriages). No, I was Cinderella's ugly stepsister. A make up artist should have swooped in at that moment to stick some prosthetic moles and boils on my face. I had bought a pair of vintage Salvatore Ferragamo gunmetal/olive patent loafers from eBay that arrived yesterday only to find that they just wouldn't fit on my clumsy ogre feet. Though they were advertised on site as UK 5.5 me thinks they are in fact a US 5.5 and now I have a teensy pair of neat and shiny loafers that are staring redundantly at me. A sign that patent loafers and my intended outfit of feather skirt, slouchy grey sweater and mens long johns are not meant to be. Or a pertinent reminder from the ancestors that perhaps feet-binding isn't such a bad thing afterall.
P.S. Anybody up for slipping their more delicately-sized feet into these shoes, please let me know in the comments. First one to speak up will get them provided they pay for P&P from the UK. Remember, they're sized US 5.5 so that's a UK 4, UK3 EU 36 EU37 EU36 Ack, I have no idea but they are teensy tiny!...
