Well... that is not strictly true, however let us say that my other pursuits are not as... hmmm, constructive perhaps (?) as the blog. Note: I have spent (not entirely out of indulgence i add in my defence) a significant amount of money on shoes in past four days on two pairs of shoes, one pair of which there was below-zero need to purchase. Shopping, obviously is not a constructive filling of my time, in fact appears to be rather destructive- to my bank balance and my moral sense that I should be saving, at least.
I have been admiring the 'melissa' range of jelly shoes for some-time and I concede that I have a particular affinity for foot encasement's of the jelly variety, as my childhood photos show- Jellies were my fave fashion option from age 2-7, ending only at age seven as my feet grew too large to fit the children's sizes (obviously Jellies had not yet reached the level of retro-cool that they now have to be made into adult sizes). My jelly fetish was indulged when I was coerced by a well-trained and spectacularly engaging shop assistant in Jaime Boutique to purchase some Melissa by Jean-Paul Gaultier Jelly heels (there are also, more commonly, Melissa by DVF kicking about too). These are perhaps going to be the ONLY piece of Gaultier that I will even encounter in my life, and given my current rate of saving, ability to get a job and levels of self control, may be the last pair of high heels I will ever purchase.
Do I care? No! Defiant as ever, I protested to my mother that my unfulfilled childhood longing drove me to purchase the shoes and it is all part of the growing up process (more of which- later this week..). Anyway, I thought I'd re-ignite your passion for the plastic fantastic footwear too, so, without further ado, an homage to Melissa
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