Autumn is on its way. Season of tawny sunlight, blackberries, cosy gloom and fireworks. The wee heat-wave we’ve enjoyed in Scotland this year has sadly come to an end, and wasn’t it just amazing too. Amazing, and yet, perhaps little fraudulent, no? On the Hebridean island from which most of my family came, older relatives, […]
Tag: Charity Shops
Cheap Thrills and the Dangerous Miss Jean Brodie
Here it is again, the arse-end of winter. What’s a girl to do but stay in and eat condensed milk straight from the tin with a spoon. I’ve also been buying lovely things, as is my wont. (And reading The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, so I can brush up on my morningside accent and use words […]
Hearts, Books, and Butterscotch Sundaes
When it’s driech and chilly outside, there’s a hangover in the post, tomorrow is Monday and winter is starting to be a thing that might happen again – then it’s time to wear happy clothes… … eat some takeaway, put on the Mamas and Papas and get some good reading. Tonight I’ve been reading short stories […]
Charity Shop Love: Shoooooes
These Carvela beauties came in at £3.99 in Oxfam the other day… I bought them because I found I couldn’t physically let go of them once I had them in my grasp.
They’re both wonderfully high and really, really comfortable, and oh those straps looks so fantastic. I like to call them my ‘But Officer…’ shoes. Yes, I name my shoes sometimes. Judge me!
So far these shoes have had two outings: one to the dancefloor of a 1980s themed club, which, frankly, ended in disaster in many ways (a sticky dancefloor, regrettable dance moves, demanding George Harrison songs from a bemused DJ) but the shoes remained disaster-free. I also went high-brow and took them out to the ballet for a bit of culture. They rose to the occasion magnificently. They’re so well made that there is no wobble when you stand in them – a properly aligned heel is a joy indeed.
Anyway, in other shoe news, I picked up these ACTUALLY MAGIC* glittery heels in topshop for a tenner in the sale, and I have yet to let them outside because they’re just too darned precious. Maybe by Christmas I’ll be ready. These shoes need to see the world.
*Not actually magic.
Amy Jardine 