I have too many shoes

Do you ever remember that episode of Sex and the City where the ladies discussed regrets and how they would have done things differently if they'd had the chance. However, Samantha Jones tells them how it is, to forget regrets and to move on . . . Life is too short to have regrets but I do wish I could turn back time and do things a little differently: I'd have become a blogger years ago so that I could have written about: the time I visited the shoe salon in Saks Fifth Avenue in Sans Francisco wearing a pair of cheap flip flops but was treated like a park avenue princess; flew over the Golden Gate and was that scared I could not breathe for the first five minutes of the flight or speak for the entire flight; when I celebrated New Years Eve in Prague but celebrated so much that I have a few lost hours that I haven't managed to regain (pesky Jagermeister!); Negotiating Madrid and the Spanish train system with a tiny little Spanish and attending one of my best friend's w...

 who said fashion was just for girls!  I haven't had chance to post for a few days now, a combination of a bad cold, wall-paper stripping at my mum's house and trying to commence Christmas shopping has kept me busy.  What I've found so far is that its easier to share a cold than chocolate, stripping 40 year old ceiling tiles plays havoc with your hands (I look like I've done a round with David Hays!) and that lists do make a Christmas shop easier! We've been getting busy for the colder weather too, even the dogs have winter coats, Jasper is pictured wearing his.  He's looking a little scared while practicing his catwalk strut, Harvey's coat has just arrived today.  Speaking of Harvey, I've had success in my shirt for my missing shoe , my Zara shoe was found stashed in Harvey's favourite hiding space, under the bed in the spare bedroom.  It's relatively unscathed just a minor scratch on the toe.  Now I'm off to put them in a safe place...

This is our semi-permanent house guest - Harvey Valentine - a rough-haired Jack Russell, that seems to attract muck like a magnet and has a love of shoes that more than equals mine.  We're not sure how it started or why, he has always been this way.  It's like a shoe is his comfort blanket, he either has to have one by his side or if one of us is walking through the front door then he has a mad search to bring us a shoe like its a gift. We've had a couple of mishaps along the way; usually I can restrict Harvey's access to shoes so that he can only enjoy my husbands old pair of trainers but previous a pair of M&S gold ballet pumps suffered a premature death.   Sadly I'm now suffering a Cinderella moment as my Zara ballet pumps have fallen victim to Harvey!  I now can only locate one shoe, the other has not been since for other a month despite numerous searches, I was considering the coastguard but I think Harvey is more than a match for them.  I'm p...

I've had a bit of a hectic week so I've not been able to do any posts this week so I'd thought I'd draft a little space filler.  My dog Jasper, the Jack Russell, now has a healthy respect for shoes and  helps me keep an eye on my emails! Its amazing what you can train a dog to do with the promise of doggy treats! I also popped to my local Vue cinema last night with my friend Jo to finally watch SATC 2. The verdict - whilst I still prefer the first film, SATC 2 was exactly as expected a mix of laughs, beautiful outfits, fabulous shoes and gorgeous men. It was pure escapism and I actually lusted after the home furnishings rather than the shoes this time!  Although if I had Miranda Hobb's wardrobe then I would definitely be a happy lady!