I bought some shoes today, in an attempt to avoid a further flip flop fiasco. They are snazzy little slip on canvas shoes somewhat akin to converse but cuter. Look, there they are in the picture.
I love them, oh I love them so...
...so why do they hate me?
I wore them for the first time this evening for a 20 minute trip to the shops.
They'd ripped my heel apart after only 10 minutes. Ouchy ouch. Ouch ouch.
They'd fit in the shop.
Why don't they love me as I love them?
In other news the wedding actually turned out to be quite good fun. The bride was blushing, in a beautiful white gown. The groom was dashing in his kilt.
I danced with Danes and my date who didn't really take all that much persuading despite his earlier protestations. I did actually kick some Danish folk, not intentionally you understand, they kept banging into us when we were doing the military two step. Well they would keep on getting in the way! However no one was seriously injured by our frolics (I think).
At the end the bride and groom did a dance as part of some Danish tradition and we all had to chuck rice at them, to bless their marriage with fertility. The groom's sister and I took great pleasure in aiming all of our rice to land down his shirt collar. Lots of fun. Even if he did chase us a bit afterwards.
All very nice, but...
I still don't understand why my shoes hate me.