Shiny, happy people...
Gathering together my outfit for last night's 1920's night out, I realised that I didn't have any appropriate footwear to match my flapper ensemble. I pulled out every pair of shoes from my wardrobe, but as far as I remember, the Bright Young Things of the '20's didn't choose to wear wedges, flip-flops, Chelsea boots or Converse pumps (daughter number two's if you remember...now paint splattered) with their beaded and fringed dresses. And then I had a light bulb moment. Miss R's contribution to my hen weekend many years ago, was a pair of shoes for all fourteen of us to wear on the journey out. The idea actually was that we wore them for the whole weekend, but we all went off that idea when Miss R (always ever so organised) ran out of plasters to cover the numerous blisters which were popping up all over the place. So the shoes were consigned to the top shelf in my wardrobe. This is where all those things go that I can't bear to throw away, a