High Heel Heaven

So a whole week has passed... a whole week of heels, coffee to go and early morning bus rides, I love it! I skip along Queen St to my new theme tune. Guess, go on have a guess... can you guess what it is?

'Working 9 to 5' of course. I tried Sheena Easton's version but the train bit put me off so it's all about the divine Miss Dolly.
In my new high powered, big hair and shoulder pads role I've noticed that there is definitely an odd power attached to a high heel...
On my 3" black leather boot days I'm really rather assertive, slapping my thigh and booming "Thank you Driver" as I stride from the bus. In my strappy red stiletto's I'm very Barbara Windsor, all giggles and eyelash fluttering and it's only a matter of time until my bra pings off! My favourite day so far has been my shiny Flamenco shoes. I stand infront of the microwave whilst my soup warms up and I tap my heels very fast and swish my skirt... awesome!

Today's little beauties are not the most comfortable footwear I grant you, but did you spot the bright pink soles. Worth every bunion!