Killer heels.

Went to my brothers house for a meal, lamb, creamy mash and green beans, lovely. Vikki, my niece, joined us, she was going out clubbing and was ready apart from putting her dress on, Mum, bless her, asked Vik when was she going to do her hair. Vik was mortified as she had just spent the last two hours getting ready, Mum also asked her what trousers was she going to wear with the pink top. The pink top was in fact a dress, see the link. I couldn't resist taking the photo of the shoes, how she managed to walk in them goodness only knows, so at 8.45 off she went, pink dress, killer shoes, pink handbag and NO coat.