Does anyone remember their first pair of heels? I remember mine. I can tell you the very first time I wanted my first pair, I was 6 years old, in Spain, fixated on the little Spanish singer we see every year, every summer, in her sparkling, glitterball red shoes. You could say they were identical to Dorothy's "No place like Home" shoes in Wizard of Oz. I used to sit on the stage where she would sing, eyes glued to her feet, (she had tiny feet, almost as tiny as my 6 year old feet...) the way they'd sparkle and dance around to the Spanish maracas. After the whole summer dreaming about these red glitter heels, she ended up giving me a spare pair that she had. I was so happy! You can imagine I wanted to wear them all the time. But still at the age of 6, I was only allowed to click clock around in them indoors.
I also remember the first time I got my first ever pair of Nicholas Kirkwoods... :D
I went along to his sample sale last week, and being very near to Christmas I tried to stop from buying for myself. And, I did really well... until I eventually gave up and whilst heading towards the exit, I saw them, and that was it.
I picked them up, tried them on, without hesitation, without looking back, took them to pay. 1 pair of Nicholas Kirkwoods purchased just like that.
I felt like I was 6 again, clomping around in my glitterball red shoes like a Spanish Senorita... (Damn, if I was writing this post on my iphone, the lady in the red dress emoji would be much appropriate right now).
My sister has set up her own photography project so we thought we'd have a little bit of fun in the park taking some pictures to test out her new camera. I also wanted to test out my fabulous umbrella from The Umbrella Shop! It's everything you want on a dull, dark and rainy day, a bit of colour and boldness to brighten up your day.
If you can't see the rainbow, then make one.
Check out my sister's photography page here. She captures natural shots of life's best moments with your friends and family.
How stunning is this place? And to be quite honest... the pictures don't half do it any justice. We visited Stowe in Buckinghamshire on the most perfect day. The scale and beauty of this place is just spectacular, everywhere you look is a picture- perfect moment. I didn't take finger off the shutter button the whole time I was there. Some of the views literally took my breath away as I stared out across the lake to a flourish of trees bursting with autumn colours and the sun painting everything that it touched golden. It left me dumbfounded when I realised that I could have been in a museum staring up at a painting rather than actually standing there witnessing the whole thing. It seemed too beautiful to be real. The winding paths, romantic walk-way bridges, enchanted forests, and not to mention the midnight lakes which were so still they reflect the landscape like it was a mirror. A majestic beauty.