The Future's Bright

Today started off well, clear blue skies, birds singing, kids behaving..ish and husband making me tea a.k.a pouring hot water over my herbal teabag (you'd be quite surprised how this simple act can be quite a challenge sometimes.) But not long after the tables turned on my walk to the train station when my left flip-flop suddenly broke. I mean, just like that, the thong (on my flip flop that is) came flying off and I ended up with what resembled a flipper rather than a flip-flop. It was simply impossible and noisy to walk even two steps, let alone another mile to the station. If I wasn't waddling already, thanks to one too many spoonfuls of Nutella, this broken footwear would definitely guarantee a jiggle or two.

My husband simply reacted with a, 'calm down,' which only fired me up even more. I explained the nearest Office shoe store was 4 miles away, you try hopping on one foot for that distance. Typically this scenario if it happened in Oxford Street, would be a godsend, almost a sign if you like that I need and really mean need new footwear. Even more fabulous if it happened outside Kurt Geiger's shop window, but now I'm getting carried away with a dream. But alas, I was in a suburban street with filthy pavements and a husband who also thought it was also the right time to point out what he referred to as my 'chipped and poo-coloured' toenails.

Hobbling along in a very undignified manner, I managed to get to a relative's doorstep who thankfully lent me some shoes, a size too small, but hey I was desperate, we've all done blisters in the name of fashion, I'll do it in the name of not being late. It's a characteristic I hate, in fact, I think it's incredibly rude, but that's a whole different blog.

Finally, having arrived at my meeting, it was as if the beauty PR spookily knew about my footwear disaster (or perhaps it was just the limp I was suddenly sporting from painfully walking in the wrong size shoe.) I was introduced to an array of amazingly bright and gorgeous shades from the new Rimmel London Lycra Pro Finish collection, with not a 'poo-colour' in sight! With names such as Pink Amazon, Show Off and my favourite Aqua Cool,  both my day and feet were instantly brightened. Whoever challenged the wonderful effects of colour therapy?