My Blinged Up Babe
I fear I’ve made a rod for my own back. This morning I’ve been faced with a Munchkin who’ll only drink sparkling water and has demanded both a babychino and chocolate panatone, supping the former with her pinky in the air as though enjoying high tea with the Queen.
As any self-respecting and stylish young lady is aware, a love of shoes is vital. That is most definitely present in this young whippersnapper. I’m so proud, albeit frustrated. On a recent shopping trip she pressed her face hard against the glass requesting, in a small but pleading voice “sparkly shoes plllleeeeeaaassee Mummy”.
These were the Mother of sparkly shoes, I tell you. Sequinned material embroidered with yet more sequins and beads galore, sewn between a silver leather and toe. Welcome to the world of Lelli Kelly. A girl after my own heart, I handed over the £ 29.95 willingly.
Of course, from that moment on she’s refused to wear them. While I respect the assertion of her independent fashion flair, I paid thirty quid for these size sevens dammit ! Following a battle of wills earlier this week she’s seen the light and is now swanning around like the girl about town she is.
