Monday, April 29, 2002
My pink sandals have died. Poor things...nearly three years old, they have walked hundreds of miles AND seen some serious disco action. Purchased for £18 in a frivolous moment in Barratts' kids' department, they were shocking pink satin, chunky with velcro straps, and possessed of what has come to be known in my locality as the 'Kristen' heel. How I loved them. How I'll miss them. Am I intensely loyal or just intensely sad?...
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