A Woman's Right to Shoes - Day 10

Ok so this is not strictly day 10, as in, this blog has existed for more than 10 days, I've just neglected it this week. This is mainly because I've done a few repeats and no one likes repeats, unless they are of Friends.

Before I begin, check this out for a shoe story - I had a meeting this morning and mid-way through a very important (obvs) sentence, I looked down and realised that the lady I was in a meeting with was wearing the exact same shoes as me (a few years old, from Office) and the same colour nail polish! Weird or what? Yeah...

Anyway, day 10's shoes (not the ones I wore to the meeting, the ones I wore to my dinner date):

Another pair from Zara, though a less laborious task than my wedges. This shopping spree went more like this:
Me: Oh My God, I neeeed these
@nbeevz: Do you though? Really?
Me: Yes, I have nothing to wear to my birthday party
@nbeevz: I think you do
Me: I'll be back in 2..

SOLD to the lady with the red bank balance!

I'm not even going to pretend these are comfortable, I only wore them this evening as I knew I was going to a restaurant across the street and even on the 30 second walk home I got a stitch and the hiccups which I blame entirely on these shoes. They are filed under 'no pain, no gain'.

With my painful, beautiful shoes, I wore jeans from H&M, 2 vest tops from... I'm not sure? Shout?, necklace from Accessorize, blazer from Gap and bag from 4 of my lovely friends (@thehippriest, @tuloulah, @facefacts & @dum3dum3) which I think is River Island.