Reincarnation is one of the many things that spook me out a bit.
Other things include:
*Houses that are very obviously haunted (I know of a good one in France)
*Grandfather Clocks that have stopped working (it’s going to start up again one day… when you’re by yourself. At night… )
So imagine my joy when I found out that Olly is apparently a reincarnated soldier from WW2, who was killed in a tank accident… whoopee(!). That’s just the kind of thing you want to be told about while staying in a very secluded Spanish villa late at night. But apart from a normal level of interest in Call of Duty, it doesn’t seem to have affected him too much. And his hands haven’t tried to strangle me yet either..
Now I don’t have any proof or memories of any of my past lives, but I’m pretty sure that one of them must have been as a magpie judging by my unhealthy attraction to all thing sparkly. I just can’t help it! But I know I’m technically too old for of that malarkey (this theory also applies to my Hello Kitty obsession and my love for Gossip Girl) so I am trying to fight back.
One of my hardest and most recent battles is with these:
Burgundy red suede, sitting on top of 5 inches of glitter covered wedge, with a pointed toe. Kurt Geiger is trying to sabotage my 12 step programme at Sparkle Addicts Anonymous.
Could you describe the champagne satin, with silver glitter as the more ‘classic’ looking option? Maybe not, but they are just as spectacular.
The only fly in the ointment is that the cut of the shoe is so narrow at the front, which combined with the height of the wedge, made them quite an awkward fit. But not to be put off by such insignificant details such as comfort and practicality, I squeezed them on anyway and tottered around the shop swooning and trying to figure out how I could possibly justify them…
It turns out that I couldn’t. So back on the shelf they went and a teary and lingering goodbye was made.
So long dream shoes. I’ll remember you fondly…