Been tottering around on heels since Monday working our Spring Summer Press Open Day thingy and am now in need of a foot specialist, oh the pain the pain ...
This morning I opened my wardrobe and flung about 50 pairs of heels over my shoulders in search of my beloved Converse.
Eventually found them looking more knackered than I do!
Was going to give them the Friday the 13th treatment and chuck them in the bin, until I realised how much we've been through!
These shoes have pounded the streets of New York, Vegas, San Francisco and LA ~ They've stomped to work, wobbled through raves, quaked on planes, propped up in pubs, slept in beds, been broke in Barneys, hiked in Wales, got drunk in Barcelona, been pissed in Paris, embarrassed in meetings, ran from restaurants, been wrecked in warehouses, dressed up outfits, dressed down outfits, been to weddings, skipped to Selfridges, rescued rats and blushed on beaches ...!
I love you canvas shoes!