This morning, as I was drinking my coffee and checking my email, there came a knock upon the door. There, on the doorstep, stood a delivery man clutching a parcel.
“Another pair of shoes?” he asked, as I signed for the delivery.
And you know, it WAS another pair of shoes. And not only that, but another pair of red wedges . Houston, I think we have a problem…
How many pairs of red wedges does one woman need, I hear you ask?
“Four” is the answer you’re looking for.*
*Four is also the answer to the question “How many stripey jackets does one woman need?” funnily enough. Four: it’s the magic number!
(Oh, they’re from Schuh, by the way. Just in case any of you aren’t quite meeting your Red Wedge quota for this month.)