Except for these beauties. I paid a fiver for them in a charrie shop and they still had the labels on the bottom. I stroke them occasionally to make sure they're ok and not feeling neglected.
Strangely enough my daughter loves them too and nags me on a weekly basis to borrow them. Bad mommy refuses because they are her preciouses.
Daughter has purchased a rather natty black cat suit to go out in on Friday. She came into my room to seek my opinion. Her eyes swivelled covetously towards my shoes. "No" I stated without looking up from my book. "But mom" she said slipping one foot surreptitiously into a shoe "look how good they look!" She had managed to slip the other one on too. "No!" I asserted again, refusing to look and bristling slightly that she had dared to put them on
She whined. She cajoled. She wheedled. She played the "but if you loved me " card. I remained strong.
"But I'll look after them. I won't let anyone near them" she continued fluttering her lashes and widening her eyes in a puppy like manner.
I put my book down and regarded my darling daughter steadily before advising her that if I lent them to her it wouldn't feel right when I wanted to wear them in bed again.
She gaped open mouthed for a second before screeching "mother you did not just say that to me". She clapped her hands over her ears. "You mean they're your sex shoes?" "Ewwwwwwwww!!" She may have turned a nice shade of puce.
I smiled innocently, raised an eyebrow. and bid her a good night.
I wonder whether she'll ask me again?
Bad mommy signing off.
