Flat feet

Today is the big day for our labrador and it was my job to escort her on her damn good seeing to  date. Now, even I know that it would not be appropriate to swoop in, swathed in animal prints and tottering on stilettos like Cruella deVille. So, I needed a more huntin', shootin', fishin' look. My wardrobe is distinctly lacking in green tweed and flat shoes, so I plundered little DD's, even borrowing her gorgeous birthday riding boots from Aldo (with thanks to my mum who bought them).

Now usually my shrunken achilles go into spasm at the mere thought of a flattie but these felt fabulously comfortable and I thought they looked good too (legs shorter and chunkier, of course, but not disastrous). When she grows out of them, they will definitely have a new home in my closet.

Anyway, we stood in the pouring rain for an hour while they sniffed, flirted then sniffed some more. Suffice to say, no business was got down to, so we're back again for another go on Friday.

Maybe a trip to Agent Provocateur is in order before then?

Green shirt: Zara (old)

Scarf: Zara

Boots: Aldo

Jeans: Gok at Sainsburys (I know, again, will give them a week off now!)

Quilted Jacket: Republic (old)

Knitted beret: H+M (old, similar here)