I went shopping and I bought.....
sweet chestnut puree, tartan and polka dot ribbon, a Christmas pie dish, pompom trim (couldn't help myself), lovely posh Christmas wrapping paper (to use very sparingly in strips round cheap Primarni wrapping paper!)......and a partridge in a pear tree!Then as I was getting off the bus with two sleepy babies, the Rain Gods decided to dance a little jig.....well actually, decided to start a great big, foot stomping, raucous 'hoolie'! As I ran full tilt, swearing silently at puddles, I passed the Charity shop.....as the window blurred past I thought "oooooooooo nice wellies, they look quite wee...."
They are lovely....what I am doing?! About turn! On inspection they were indeed wee....a size three! Now this does not happen very often so they were clearly meant to be mine! I have wanted a pair of wellies for ages, but having no real need for them, I have worn ridiculous shoes in the city for years, had wet feet often and suffered no real ills! I had added it to my list of desires that I leave up to fate. It works far more often that you would think! And quite often if I give in and buy it new, that very week it will appear, in thrifty form, for a fraction of the price and much more satisfyingly 'pre-loved'....and so the inevitable self administered kick up the backside has to happen!
A pair for Master B and Mrs B for £5.98!So thankyou, God of Thrift! We love them and had the best puddle jumping fun on the way home! Every rain cloud has a silver lining!