I have tried a pair of these on more times than I can remember:
It goes something like this: I stand nose pressed against the glass of Emma Hope’s boutique on Westbourne Grove, drawn like a magpie to the jewel coloured, silk velvet plimsolls.
I sidle in, trying to act nonchalant, try on a pair (always in midnight blue or silver), look at the £259 price tag, sigh and leave.
I’ve been doing it for years.
So, imagine my heart’s content when I spotted these from Superga:
£50! £50 british pounds. It’s like my bank manager had a word in Superga’s shell-like and saved me from financial ruin.
Happy. Happy. Happy.
