Brought a hawt knuckle duster jewel of dreams.
Looks totes Miu Miu. But its Toppers of the Shoppers. Sale. £1. Love at first sight and worn her all weekend.
Onwards. Walking all the way, showing their comfort and wearibility (hence the 5 star rating they get on Topper's website) we wound up at Louboutin. On Mount Street. This after having witnessed Legs draped across the Louboutin sofa in Selfridges with my Chanel bag in hand, looking all modelly and expensive in her shoes, helping me decide on a pretty pair of pumps. Hers could have been Loub's. Easy. It was from this point we got stalked. Some pervy business man, we walked by him, then he followed us, cat called and asked us if we were from London and what's more asking Leg's if her shoes were infact Louboutins. He even said 'they look like they are on you'. As if he cared, he wanted a piece. What a goon. Bye-bye.
Urban's music is always banging and they sell what they play so you don't have to feel all loserish going 'what is this music you play' it's all here.