ouch

I am in an office today. A proper office with suits and meetings. I found this picture, on the as ever wonderful P's blog, it's by an artist called David Fullarton, and it made me smile. Which is good, as in the spirit of feminity i wore heels today, sexy, black vintage heels. I only had to walk 5 mins from the tube to the office, and now i'm in agony. And currently sat with said shoes chucked in the corner, and padding around said serious office in bare feet. I keep wondering if i can get away with it, do people look at your feet in an office? I think they might if you're not wearing shoes.

Speaking of uncomfortable footwear... I sent them back. I know, i'm very proud. They were too high, and since it appears i can't cope with more than a sensible flat brogue, I realised i was being quite, quite mad. Which unfortunately is a regular realisation.