We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below
(Elinor Morton Hoyt Wylie 1885 - 1928)
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose (Dr. Seuss 1904 - 1991)
Who needs brains in your head when you have a pair of drop-dead-gorgeous shoes on your feet!
We girls like looking at shoes. Salivating. When I go into Maplins with Tom, I get an inkling of how he feels when he comes shopping with me and gets that faraway glazed look on his face and fixed smile on his lips. There is a slight feeling of panic (perhaps terror?) about him, betrayed only by the twitching of his fingers.
Goal: to own a pair of Irregular Choice shoes. Have been drooling since we arrived here two years ago…