Waking up this beautiful Saturday morning (all be it slightly hung over), I decided that my Barbie brogs would be a great accompaniment to my Harrods 1960’s school uniform dress and as I was of to Hampsted Heath ponds (to meet a very hung over Phil and Iso, who had been drinking rum until 4 am) thought they would be perfect walking attire, how wrong was I. Feeling the burn of a newly forming blisters on both heels I decided that a blister was a small price to pay for such great summer shoes, that was until half way across the heath the burn turned into a sting of wasp like proportion, and this occurred.
ohh check out those cornbeef legs ummmmmmmm