Shoeperman was given a restaurant gift card for his birthday (which fell on our last day in Florida), so I got to benefit from it too. I think I like Shoeperman’s birthdays more than I like my own…
These shoes are (or rather were – they’re a couple of years old now) New Look’s answer to Louboutin’s Gressimo pumps. I know, no one would be fooled. Hopefully I managed to distract everyone from my shoes, though, by being completely unable to walk up stairs in that skirt, which has no split, and is therefore a true “hobble” skirt. Good job I didn’t get chased by crazy robbers or anything on the way home.
(I did have a little too much wine with dinner, though, which resulted in the purchase of the most fabulous polka-dot playsuit in Asda on the way home. Yes, I just used the words “Asda”, “playsuit” and “fabulous” in the same sentence. And I’m not even embarrassed, either…)
My mother looked at these photos and instantly said, “Good grief, you need to weed that patio!” And she was right. I’m probably not going to bother, though. I hate gardening even more than I hate Crocs. I hate Crocs a lot.
I changed my hair after looking at the first set of photos. Personal style blogging: more useful than you’d think.
Can I just point out that I’m not quite as pale as I look in these photos. I mean, I’m almost as pale. But I think the flash was also doing a weird “bounce off the skin, make Amber look like one of the Undead” thing, too.
I AM actually totally monochrome in real life, other than my skirt, though. Seriously.