In Her Shoes

Sometimes, just sometimes I like to make myself a cup of the strongest tea imaginable, pull my legs up underneath me and settle down to a new chick flick.

I’m an intelligent girl, I can read, I can think – but sometime I just want that pure, unadulterated fluff to course through my veins and warm me up, pulling me gently from the dull reality of life, into the Technicolor splendour of a world without spots and cracked heels.

More essentially, to me, the Original Dreamer, I like the simplicity in which these impossibly unrealistic characters make life-changing decisions. For instance, quitting a miserable high-powered life for a happy contented free life as a dog walker - and still being able to go out to dinner/afford that glamorous apartment in the centre of NYC. (Name that movie.)

Wouldn’t life be grand if this was really feasible? I could say, fuck this, I’m going to become a people person, tending to small animals and spend every spare moment bumming on the beach – and I’m never coming down to earth. But in today’s world is this even possible? Isn’t it drummed into us that we have to work hard at school, college, university, work work work for 40 years, put all our money into pensions, babies, marriage, the home?

What if I don’t want that?

What if I’m living the wrong life and all my plans and dreams are being brushed under a carpet and I’m being tricked into the conventional life by what people tell me I should do?

I want so hard to rebel against all of it, go live in a bush and work out what makes me tick. I know who I am, and I like that person – but what makes my heart beat faster?

In other news, today Wondy Mum™ put in an offer for the most divine flat ever.

We trampled through five flats in total this afternoon – two of which were dire, one was cute but impractical, one was lovely but too eccentric (if that’s impossible) and the last one we saw was… well, it was Drop Dead Gorgeous, hence the offer – which was accepted!

So things so far are going well for WM, but we’ve made an agreement not to discuss it any further – what will be, will be, all that – until the next step.

These are exciting times Folks, and I’m pleased to be around to be able to do something useful for a change – so it’s all-good.

Of course, it does mean that Lucy Fur and her new sister, Jet will be moving too – and becoming indoor cats – but I’m sure they’ll be just fine.

Nothing more to report really, except I think I have become addicted to clutch bags. Yes. Bags that you clutch. Clutch bags. Cluuuuuuuutch. Bags. Even the name makes me salivate.

If only Dotty P didn’t have one in every single colour of the rainbow in store – for just £5 a pop…