Ooh, little hearty socks!

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls (though I'd suggest this blog isn't really child friendly fodder - sarcasm and sweary words are not the recommended diet for little 'uns as I understand it), shoes # 22 from schuh by Irregular Choice. Look how nom, nom, nommy they are!

 

Ooh:
Sparkly!
Shiny!
Suedey!
Sequiny!
Sheer! (ok so that's the socks but who else is getting a total alliteration high here?)

And, getting back to non 's' words, they're totally shock inducing electric blue. Yes, I loves these shoes a LOT. I mean, will you LOOK at the heels!?

 

"Now", I hear you holler, "I thought she was yacking about socks in the title", so let's have a look at my nice little ASOS socks. I've been meaning to embrace the ankle sock for a while but was a bit tentative about trying it. While I'm fortunate not to be the possessor of cankles, I don't have, shall we say, the most fortunate legs in the office/house/blogosphere and I was a little afraid that they'd look a bit dodgy or draw the wrong sort of attention. However, as is often the case I said 'fuck it' and got some anyway. And I love this particular pair. Verging on 'barely black' pop sock territory they're saved because of the adorable little hearts on them and a slight ankle frill (which you can't see. It's there though, trust me. It's just a little shy). Anyway, here they are poking out of my lovely shoes. Aw!

 

So, when one's feet are so gloriously shod, what else should one wear? Judging by me, the expression of a grumpy person on the verge of falling asleep/dropping into a catatonic trance. Apologies folks, I'm a fairly cheery sort usually. And seriously, last week was a tiring one. Right now I'm sporting black bags big enough to fit both Olsen twins in so expect a few more glazed looks to come. Anyway, to the matter in hand - what I wore was:

Sequined H and M T shirt come dress

Gold lurex Toppers or Primarni cardi

black leggings

My amazing Lady Luck Rules OK Owl Necklace

 

For shame, there's so much crap in my hall.

 

Twit, twoo! Say goodnight to the shoes!

Seven, seven, SEVEN!!

Aw, I miss Friends. What a good show that was. I definitely think a film's a bad idea though. No, no, no. And if you can't figure out why I'm prattling on about Friends, then we can't be friends (please still keep reading my blog though - beggars can't be choosers and my audience, for now, is limited).

Anyway, the "sevens" are in celebration of the official documenting of the wearing of my 7th pair of shoes from my 95 pair strong collection. BUT, yet again, I've added to said collection and am up to 96 pairs, which means I STILL have 89 pairs left to wear. I'm such a douche.

So, the 7th pair are my trusty floral Birkenstocks courtesy of schuh. I feel like I'm wearing these bloody things all the time just now since we're actually getting some decent weather. Once it cools down and I get back in tights, the shoes will get more interesting. For now, I'm not prepared to go through rancid sweaty feet for anyone. No, not even those of you who got the Friends thing. And here's how I wore them...

Sandals: Birkenstock @schuh
Dress: Primark
Leggings: Uniqlo (yes, I've worn the dress and leggings before. What, d'you think I'm made of money or summat?)
Denim Shirt: H&M
Owl necklace: Primark

And, yes, thanks for noticing, that IS a sun tan on my feet. Been on my hols, innit. Remember, smart kids always use SPF!