Let Me Entertain You

Strippers.
Just how DO they do it?
You know, walk in those shoes.
I guess they don't have to move their feet around much, but Daphne Guinness has to put one foot in front of the other to get from one bash to the next wearing hers.
So when I clapped eyes on this pair in a thrift store - in my gi-normous size - I just had to give them a go.
The shop owner went all goggly-eyed and said she'd been tottering around her shop in them that morning and they'd made her feel "lighter".
Hmmm ... I wonder.  Wearing them certainly made me feel 10 times more likely to break my neck.

I decided to put the trashy delights through their paces.
Just around the house you understand, while I practised not falling on my face.
I kept things pretty low key, doing normal stuff like ... chalk drawing.

Reading.

Cracking nuts ... just macadamias you understand.

And taking down the washing.

Goodness, butter wouldn't melt huh?
The shoes are labelled "Mischief" but I really don't think I can get up to much hanky-panky wearing these.
This isn't disappointment on my face, it's relief that I decided to keep everything oh-so-demure with my 1950s green lace wiggle dress, 1930s hat and feather brooch, lashings of pearls and my 1980s eel-skin bag.

My sincere apologies for taking my time in re-visiting all your lovely blogs, gorgeous readers.
The picture below may in some way explain in few words, why this has been so.
This is me (sans make-up) and horribly exhausted, with Number Two Son before he went into theatre at Mater Children's Hospital early Thursday morning.
He spent most of term one at home ill with a gastric disorder resulting in much weight-loss, poor thing.
But he's looking so much perkier and is hungrier since his procedure, thank goodness.

To all of you who are tired and in need of a holiday in the sun, grab the chance as soon as a glimmer of opportunity arises.
Kiss your loved ones today.
Desiree xoxo