Last Weekend I took a little jaunt down to London for a well needed break. It was only for a couple of days and it certainly wasn’t the tropical trip I’m really craving, but sometimes just a couple of days with a change of scenery is all you need to recharge and start feeling like yourself again. It’s been a while since I had a ‘holiday’ – Christmas just doesn’t count does it? All that rushing around, shopping, wrapping, entertaining. It definitely can’t be classed as ‘R&R’. So I was really excited. I’ve already mentioned how much I love visiting London, and with lots of exciting plans and some of my favourite company I was ready to burst by Friday.
So, with a stressful week behind me and all of that giddy excitement bubbling under the surface, it’s inevitable I fell off the wagon. Just a little bit though. Just a little bottle of Prosecco. And maybe a cocktail. But in my defence, that cocktail was free so it’s not like I could say no, that would be against the law or something. Well, it should be. Anyhow, I blame this falling off the wagon on Christian Louboutin. Not directly. I mean, he didn’t turn up at a Miller & Carter in St Albans, put a pistol to my head and force me to drink Prosecco or anything. That would be weird. Weird and also kinda cool. But he did design the Pigalle 120, a shoe that I simply cannot put on without feeling FREAKIN’ AWESOME and like I can drink fizz just ’cause. So it really is his fault. I wonder if he knew what chain of events these shoes would cause when he created them? Probably not, but if you ever wanted to create shoes with a purpose other than keeping your feet safe and dry (while looking ah-ma-zing, of course), causing people to involuntarily break their Dry January promises seems as good as any, don’t you think?
This really was just a casual dinner and not really an occasion that called for Louboutins and a big skirt, but I really didn’t care because I was ON HOLIDAY, so there. I decided it didn’t matter that wasn’t a dressing up type of event, because it was a ‘I haven’t dressed up in ages and I just feel like it’ and ‘my sister bought me a gorgeous skirt for Christmas and I haven’t had a chance to wear it yet’ type of occasion, and that’s all that really mattered.
You know something else? I don’t even feel bad about drinking. Well, I did for about 5 minutes, but then someone topped up my glass….
Hope you lasted longer than me!