There's no place like home, there's no place like home...

The other day I was out keeping a friend company while she did some shopping, during which I may or may not have accidentally bought some stuff on sale at Max. Anyways, she popped into a shoe store to have a look and while she was trying on some very spangley and gorgeous heels I spotted a pair of red wedges across the way. We contemplated each other for a moment and then the shoes said "Hi!" I pretended I hadn't heard, but couldn't resist looking over again and they just sat there looking inviting. I thought it would be rude not to at least have a look so I did and they were very lovely and I was told they were "very you". But then I said goodbye and we left. But like any good missed opportunity, I couldn't stop thinking about them and so I popped down from Uni to the shop in Queen St. yesterday and there they were - on sale. Life is good sometimes!

When I tried them on I couldn't resist clicking my heels and trying to get home. I don't think the sweet young thing who was helping me had the slightest idea what I was going on about. Mat says that I'm showing my age by quoting Wizard of Oz but surely not?

They are lovely and comfortable, although the laces dig in a bit across the top of my foot. I'm thinking I might put in some ribbons instead.