Now I work out in the sticks, my trips up to Oxford Circus are planned with military precision. I scour the Topshop website for days in advance, making a mental note of intended purchases. I guess at roughly where in the shop the items in question will be located – srsly I shop there a lot, I know – and shop like a pro; eyes down, hangers on belt.
One thing I hadn’t planned to buy yesterday were these shoes, but needs must, and unfortunately yesterday those needs came in the form of a broken heel. Sigh. These flats are really 80s, so obviously I like them. Black suede, tassels, gold… Well, they’re better than boring black ~ballet~ pumps, that’s my defence.
More on what I actually went in for to come…
I really love these. Good buy!