It's my 30th birthday tomorrow. Death to my twenties. Perhaps it's time to treat myself to the most inappropriate and frivolously girly pair of shoes I can find me thinks. I've been salivating over these delicious wedges from Topshop for months...
Even if they will make me 1. ridiculously tall and 2. look like I should be wandering in meadow... they would look fabulous on my shelf though. Next to a teapot or two.
Maybe I should go for a more practical flowery footwear. Quite like these little cuties from Office.
Maybe turning 30 deserves both pairs.