Welcome To Shoesie Heaven...

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Welcome, everyone,

to SHOESIE HEAVEN.

Picture the scene;

You're up in the clouds, you're dressed all in white, (and extremely fashionable clothes) the other angels are playing the harp while drinking from a non-fattening, awesome tasting chocolate fountain, (because that IS the diet up there, of course) the sun is shining, and these are on your feet.

The shoes of angels.

Straight from heaven Zara.

JUST LOOK AT THEM.

Oh my god.

I'm losing my train of thought here but seriously, are these not the prettiest and most spectacular beings you have ever seen?

Yeah, I said 'beings' - they deserve to be treated as though they're alive, I've reserved a place on my shoe rack for them, with their new, and in some cases less fortunate, friends.

My darling babies.

There they were, looking all beautiful and inviting on the shelves of Zara, with their slightly bigger and smaller sisters, and blue and coral cousins, (most of which, had all already been adopted into their new families) just waiting for their new mummies to come along...

How could I resist?

Zara, I salute you!!

I've been lusting over them for so long, (I blame Beautycrush for this haha) I'm pretty sure I've gained a few greys and wrinkles. It's sad when you can't even justify spending £29.99 on shoes as stunning as these, but I am lucky enough to have a mortgage and therefore am somewhat asking for it!

Alas, pay day finally arrived, and for my epic patience, I rewarded myself.

The Primarni version are also pretty nice, and let's face it, much nicer on the old mortgage payments. I considered them for two seconds a while, but they're just not the sameeee...and sadly lacking a gorgeous metallic gold heel...

Also, given that 'nice' is the word I chose to describe them, and I was always told 'nice' doesn't cut the mustard as an adjective, they're blates just not NICE enough for me. 

Need more hyperbole mayyyn.

As it happens they were also all out of stock on this particular day, which OBVSSS means the Zara ones were meant to be.

Don't you just love attempting to take photo's of your own legs in poor light?

...but no, this could NOT wait, you understand.

I have to say also, I have fat little pancake feet, almost as wide as they are long.

Niiiiiice.

And yes, despite having to go up a size purely to fit my little fatties in, they still manage to look more elegant than ever before!

It's an err...April miracle.

Having said that, I'm risking a lot with this little buy here.

My other half hates heels, he slyly suggested I'd be single again if I so much as stepped one foot into Zara and purchased them.

Naturally, I stepped into Zara with both feet and snapped them up.

Oopsies.

But yeah, who cares about boys when you can wear these shoes of pure gold and walk among the angels?

Not forgetting that chocolate fountain...

Surely when my other half sees them on my feet, he will cave and beg for the creation of the male version, heels and all.

I mean who wouldn't be?

Go on, join me, you know you want to...