Friday, 25 May 2012

These shoes ain't made for walking

Yesterday I spoke at an event for working Mum's in senior positions in media and marketing (M3). It was really great to meet a like-minded group of women - but I almost didn't make it.

Before 9am I had tantrums from C, left my phones at home and had to go back and get them, a pregnant lady throw up on the train (not on me thank goodness), underground trains were up the spout and traffic was gridlocked London meaning I had to run to my event in shoes that definitely weren't made for anything more than looking pretty! When I turned up I have no idea if I managed to look cool, calm & collected or beetroot red and like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards! (I can tell you that I definitely had blisters!).

The day progressed in a similar vein and the icing on the cake was when I limped past our local art gallery after work and read the sign on the window: "This gallery is closed for refurbishment. Our next exhibition will be "strange breasts".

I couldn't get that out of my head - wondering how on earth you would fill a whole exhibition on strange breasts and, to be fair, who would attend. So I looked it up on the internet and was a bit disappointed to see the exhibition would be on "strange beasts". I'd either read it wrong or they'd had a typo on their notice!

1 comment:

  1. ho ho. I suspect it would be easy to fill an exhibition hall with strange breasts - everyone is different, remember (and yes, I mean every breast, not just every lady!!). Not sure I'd want to meet the queue of people wanting to see it though...
    I love shoes, especially high ones - I just wish I could wear them. Either that, or get carried everywhere...!