The Weekend just gone was my little sisters’ birthday, and even though the big celebration will be this coming weekend we decided to pop into town on their actual day of birth to have a wander around.
Our first stop was Covent Garden where we grabbed a quick sandwich then proceeded to our fave little bar- Dirty Martini, a tiny underground speakeasy with an endless happy hour. Dark and candle-lit all day long, it is perfect for getting lost in London.
Feeling merry (and slightly confused that it was still daylight) we decided it would be a good idea to visit Harrods. And once we finally made our way through the herd in Knightsbridge station (seriously who just goes to Harrods on a whim 4 weekends before Christmas??) we arrived in the beauty section. But no, that was not good enough for us. We were headed in one direction only… Shoe Heaven.
As someone who had never previously been to SH, I don’t know what I was doing with my life up until this point because as soon as I stepped inside I felt like my world was complete.
The beautiful entrance on the Egyptian staircase can’t even take your eyes away from the magic that is inside… Everything is glass, and mirrored and spotlighted to perfection (I know it is a sales technique- it works). Most girls are inner magpies, give us something shiny and we’re yours.
Walking through the maze of Chanel, Prada and Christian Louboutin, with ruby slippers that even Glinda would have coveted, shoes covered in (real) pearls, and a whole room of Carrie’s Manolos in every jewel tone you could possibly imagine, one thing was for sure, we were not in Kansas anymore. Each cove belonging to a different designer held new wonder for our eager souls.
The price tags were rising, the carpets inviting, the lights shining brightly, the shoes were like prizes, in all different sizes, it was all so exciting, with Valentino and Prada and Alaia oh my!
With us girls ooohing and aaahing and caressing every shoe we laid eyes on, poor Dan really dealt with it well. Obviously I was not allowed to take pictures of the shoes themselves, so you must all go to see the beauts with your own eyes, its worth going just to walk on the lush carpets (even my uninterested boyfriend admitted they were good!)
So fly my pretties, go and enjoy the splendors of Shoe Heaven… but be careful you may not ever wish to go home.
Peace and love xx
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