I recently took a trip to London, and made a very naughty purchase!
Having woken up bright and early, we parked up at the Westfield in Shepherds Bush and got the tube into central London.
Thanks to the time we got into the city, I’ve never seen such a quiet Oxford Street – it was bliss! A stark contrast to visiting the city at Christmas.
After a wonder around Selfridges, I took a sneaky trip into the Christian Louboutin shop. Louboutins have been my dream shoe for as long as I can remember, and throughout my student days and the long, hard slog with revision and exams, I vowed that once I had a full-time job, I’d treat myself.
Although they sadly didn’t have my size, I fell in love with a pair of Pigalle 100s and was soon redirected to a nearby concession by the ultra friendly and helpful staff.
Stepping inside onto the plush red carpets, staff quickly assisted me in finding my perfect pair and they fit like a glove. Once they know you’re serious about buying, you get treated like a princess! I loved the whole buying experience – having my shoes carefully bundled into a dustbag and box and then having your purchase brought round to you and the door opened for you was something I’d never experienced before. The shop assistant was shocked that it was my first pair, and my goodness I hope it’s not my last. I’m hooked now and I can see this being the start of a very unhealthy addiction.
It was a real treat after some hard work and I was very lucky to be able to buy a pair.
Even carrying the bag around London meant I was soon collared by staff in posh beauty boutiques in Mayfair asking me to try their face cream containing real gold. They clearly don’t know their audience – I’m not that high maintenance, I promise!
Next we hopped onto the tube and got off at Knightsbridge to have a look in the best store in the world in my opinion, with an even greater food hall – Harrods, of course!
After walking past stacks of De Beer’s diamonds and Prada handbags I can only dream of owning, we arrived at the food hall. I think part of my fascination with Harrods is the element of fantasy – staring at all of the things you can’t have.
I opted for a raspberry and cream cheese brownie, and needless to stay, it didn’t last too long.
We dodged some of the rain whilst we went for pizza in an Italian restaurant near Trafalgar Square. But when we got out, the rain still sadly prevailed.
We hopped into the National Gallery to avoid the worst of it and to get some culture in the meantime. But it was still going hard, so we decided to go back to the Westfield for a quick browse before heading home.
I just love the red soles, and the shoes themselves are so unbelievably glossy. Even the sole itself is made of red leather and handstitched in Paris.
Shoes have always been my weakness. And when I bought these, I knew I wanted a classic, black patent pair so that I can wear them time and time again.
In a few weeks I’ll be graduating from my MA in English Literature at Durham University. So wish me luck, and hopefully I won’t stumble up the stairs!