Get on your dancing shoes, you sexy little swine

I promise I won't utter the S word (cough cough snow cough cough) because after being stranded in town for 3 hours in a blizzard, I've had just about enough of it today to be happy never to see it again. 

So, whilst everyone is out buying wellington boots, duvet type coats to wrap up in and monster sized scarves I am, as is common practice, lusting after the latest VW SS11 Melissa shoe offerings.

I almost had a small seizure when I saw these beauties:-

I. Can't. Stop. Starring. At. Them.

M is always trying to convince me to get some walking boots, or other such 'sensible' shoes - he even tried to sell me these sandals - which aren't sensible at all but are quite amusing.  The fact of the matter is, I've never been a sensible shoe wearer and I never will be.

I figure as these bad boys are waterproof they can tick the practical box.  Plus they smell like bubblegum so they're enough to offer some cheer on a miserable evening.

I'm very happy to report they have been ordered and sent to Father Christmas for me.  Because I have been very good this year.  Hoorah.

Now, I have a date with the Apprentice.  Get out your slanket peeps, stay warm!