Living on stilts

I have to say, I'm not the best with heels. I only own one proper pair, a bright blue pair of heels which you may have noticed in one or two dress posts - but which I've only worn outside twice, both times tottering. But this week, I'm performing a small play with my friends and I have to wear heels. For a completely amateur performance, we're taking costumes very seriously...

So, every day this week I am having to spend a couple of hours on my feet, living on (what feel to me like) stilts. Of course I'll also be trying to remember what I'm supposed to be doing, and possibly act. But it all feels very hectic right now as well as painful. For weeks I have been - quite literally - rushed off my feet and I don't think I've had any proper (!) retail therapy for months. After all, Saturday didn't quite work out.

But I'm going to try to relax, rest my lovely feet and allow the world to zoom right past many feet below, for a couple more weeks. Then the holidays arrive and I have to take off the heels and knuckle down for some serious work. Who said holidays were time to relax?

So yeah: that's my excuse if posting isn't quite up to par this week. I'm just no Victoria Beckham.