I don’t think I should be wearing cheap shoes on my wedding day. Mizzus J, my matron-of-honour, reminds me though, that I have many opportunities to spend a wad of dough coming up in the near future. Tell me about it. It’s already happening. Sigh.
Then I found these babies, above. JD took one look at them and proclaimed them “Princess shoes”, whatever that means. In decoding man-speak, I think it means he likes them.
A couple more sunset shots, taken at the City golf course:
Do you think the shoes will look better on me if I have a bit of colour happening? I shouldn’t tan due to previous bout with skin cancer (basal cell), but what about self-tanner?
Must…. Avoid …Sun. ARGH.
Well, I like your princess shoes…. no matter the price. What's that saying about you can't out a price on happiness? If you & your Princess feet are happy in the pink shoes….. who cares about the $$
XOXO
Lafang
Thank you Lafang! I still have my eye out for the "perfect shoe", if that even exists outside of my minds eye. But these will definitely do, if I don't ever find them.