Friday, June 01, 2007
THIS IS WHY I NEVER HAVE A PLAN: PART 348...
In the parallel universe where my right foot would not win first prize in a special effects make up competition for Most Gruesome Looking Toe Tagged Corpse Foot Sticking Out Of Sheet In Morgue, I would buy some K.Jacques sandals in Paris. Or should I say I was planning to buy some K.Jacques sandals in Paris. I was planning to trot down to rue Pavee and quite simply, buy some K.Jacques sandals. (Please don't hold their website against them.) And then I was going to buy a falafel sandwich. It seemed so simple. And this - again! is why I hate planning anything. Unforseen freak wedding accidents aside, I can still dream. It's between these:
Maybe I should still go and horrify the shop assistants when I take my sock off.
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9 comments:
i love these sandales, i was looking at them yesterday....lovely et de mon côté j'avais craqué pour les sabots....
oh and show your foot, they shall never see you again and you will have the sandles, right?
delphine
delphine: I must look up craque in my dictionary but it means you like? One of those phrases I keep hearing but no one teaches you...and yes you're right who cares what they think of my foot - though even the doctor who examined it recoiled in horror and started stammering about how bruised it was!
negrito: sorry! Hey - wanna help an injured person down the street?!
yes of course ! and by the way will you show up at the Paris bloggers Picnic organized by petite Anglaise ?
is it on the 9th? I will be gone by then...flying visit! oh well, have some wine for me!
lovely sandals! and don't be afraid to show your corpse-like foot, who cares about snotty shop assistants anyway? :)
Mia
Oh, so sorry to hear about your foot...
Gorgeous sandals though!
Mrs F x
J'aime beaucoup 'Orion' xx
yes exactly. now explain to me what "navel gazing" means...
delphine
ha! well navel gazing is when you're lost in thought brooding about something - usually quite self absorbed like oh which sandals shall I get but more likely something existential and you could be said to be looking down at your navel and not noticing anything else going on...my god what a long explanation..well something like that!
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