My radical choice
OK so it’s not major radical but it is for me. Earlier I decided that as my “ballet” shoes that I wear for work most days are falling apart I decided that I was going to buy some grown up shoes.
I went to Brantano over at Interchange where I bought my last few pairs of work shoes or school shoes when I’ve needed smart shoes. There were lots of pretty shoes – there were a very nice pair that were navy with fushia pinks polka dots on them – now they sound wacky but they’re not – I promise.
My Mum thought it was different but she knew it was because I wanted to look more grown up and smart for work – after all even though trainers and ballet shoes are comfy they aren’t exactly smart!
I got home and CJ was too busy taking the mickey out of me because my choice was out of character.
I’m two minds whether to:
A) take the shoes back and exchange for something more me.
or
B) Tell CJ to jump and wear them all the same!
I think I’d go with B but I almost want to go with A to prove a point.
B!!!!!
I’d tell him to take a running jump! and enjoy yourself wearing heels!