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       Fi (work)
Subject:        RE: Team Xmas dinner – The Cube
 
Dearest Fi,
Thanks so much for coming and sharing the good news about Jolie Naturelle last Saturday. Really appreciated it. (Sorry haven’t emailed earlier – have had run of horror nights!) Thanks too for including me in the team Xmas dinner – thought you’d never ask, in fact. (It’s a bit tricksy, being on maternity leave, isn’t it?) Needless to say, I would LOVE to come.
        Slight problem with the date, though – no one to look after Millie. Tim’s in Bangalore for work and rest of family busy with own Christmas functions. So ... wondering if I could come with Millie for the pre-dinner drinks – should be pretty quiet. And then we’ll see how we go after that. If Millie’s in fine form, she could very well sleep in her baby capsule (it lies down flat) in the corner of the restaurant or even in her sling.
        Jane
        xx
     
    I open the front door to take Millie for a walk and find a parcel with a note on it:
Dropped by on way to work, but didn’t want to disturb you. My boss thought you might like to borrow this for your team Xmas dinner next week. She said she couldn’t have you worshipping at the altar of modern design in your saliva-soaked Baby Björn sling. Enjoy! (And sorry again that I can’t help with babysitting.) Kate x
    For such a fashion freak my big sister never ceases to amaze me. I’m truly humbled, and open up the parcel.
            I cannot believe what I am seeing. There is definitely NO way Kate could have known what was in here.
            I hold up what is basically a chunk of incredibly fashionable, extortionately expensive and very dead baby lamb. It’s gorgeous, and naturally I try it on for size. I can’t help but giggle and tell Millie how fabulous she is going to look, bobbing along in her funky designer sling.
            I feel almost Cat-like!
     
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There’s a little bit of Shoe Princess in all of us, my darlings – Shoe Are You?
 
THE SP
 
This princess (usually an international supermodel, society beauty) totally understands the sexual cocktail of upmarket shoes and good grooming, and uses it to ensnare her impossibly handsome and wealthy husband/lover/partner. She could not tell you how many pairs of shoes she owns – but it would be in the hundreds. Her maid may have a better idea, as she is the only one allowed to touch them. She only ever ambulates cab-to-door and enjoys the jet-set lifestyle. The only ‘casual shoes’ you will ever spy her in are her high-heeled towelling Jimmy Choo pedicure-wedge flip-flops. She often has personal relationships with some of the biggest shoe designers on the planet, and thinks nothing of having shoes couriered to her home direct from Italy for special occasions. She considers pedicures (French, of course) more important than food.
 
Cosmo SP
 
The thoroughly dedicated-to-the-cause, childless working girl who utterly adores shoes. She is known to ring up her best friend on her mobile in the midst of a shoe-sale pandemonium, seeking permission to blow her budget on a must-have pair of silver Sonia Rykiel 3-inch spikes. She always owns a pair of red Dorothy shoes and lucky first-date and job-interview shoes. She takes shoe shopping very seriously, and has been known to shop for 6 hours straight in a quest to find the right pair.
 
Fashionista SP
 
Is happy to wear her vertiginous cheetah-print platform wedges with her strapless sundress on a cold and drizzly summer’s afternoon in London. All because Vogue ran a series of pictures of The Cat wearing them in St Tropez. Her mantra is: ‘No pain, no gain.’ She has her name on at least three shoe waiting lists at any one time. She doesn’t do white trainers – unless at the gym – as it would be like wearing Crimplene trousers.
 
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7. Click, Clack, Clomp
     
From:
Tim