Ohmigosh. Omigosh.

Vivienne Westwood/Melissa Lady Dragon shoes [first mentioned in my dressy-up post] — best thing ever?

When I first saw them, a number of months ago, my poor father didn’t hear about anything else for a long time. But as an utterly broke student I just couldn’t afford the price tag (even if they are the cheapest thing to ever sit on the shelves of a Vivienne Westwood shop).

So when he asked what I wanted for Christmas, I coyly suggested … it would be REALLY nice if I had a pair of these shoes.

On Christmas eve I opened my gift from my grandparents, and found these absoloute beauties:

Aren’t you all very jealous?

Well, none of the rest of my family is. They dislike the smell and think I’m a little bit bizaare for wanting shoes made from rubber. They also seemed skeptical that December is the best time of year to be given high heels, considering most of the UK is still covered by a thin film of ice and I have to walk uphill to University.

BUT — I love them. And if my boyfriend, and the kid sister, and my grandparents, all don’t understand the prettiness of rubber shoes, then that’s their loss.

Even if I can’t wear them until March.

My dad’s girlfriend, Venetia, remarked that her daughter [also, coincidently, called Kate] was ever so impressed that I had a dad who would search a Vivienne Westwood store for shoes for my Christmas present from my grandparents. Even if he is blind to their beauty, I have to agree with the other Kate that he is a pretty special dad.

If all this wasn’t enough, on Christmas morning I opened a wonderful box from my dad, containing …

… uh, you’ll have noticed that’s a stock picture. There’s a good reason for that. I don’t own these any more.

See, my dad had bought me the wrong size, and today I had to go on an adventure of Entering-A-Shop-Where-I-Cannot-Afford-a-Single-Item, to exchange them for a pair that fit. I came back with a different style:

They’ll go well with my red train case, don’t you think?

So guys, if you need me, I’ll be prancing around inside in my new shoes. I’m happy to report that they’re super comfy (for heels, that is) and that I get a weird kick out of wearing truly beautiful shoes to sit at home and surf the internet. But when spring comes I will be wearing them in front of people, just you wait.

Oh, and if you’re wondering why I haven’t got a full length picture of me wearing these shoes so far in the post …

... this is what happens when the only person around to take a photo is my Dad!

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