The Selfridges sale is an institution in itself. Yesterday menswear and women’s shoes went under the chop, so the mother and I felt obliged to visit. Traveling up the escalators to the second floor, I braced myself for the flurry of swinging arms and angry shop assistants. When the shop floor came into sight, I breathed deeply, and stepped off. Make no mistake; women in a shoe sale are not a force to be reckoned with, however there was no screaming just a dim drone of over-zealous ladies asking their companions/bored boyfriends/excited gay sons if ‘these would like nice with my black dress?’ or ‘can I get away with an ankle strap?’
Personally Fendi’s bargains were by far the best. Their monochrome/mesh wedges are pure shoe-candy. I eyed two pairs of incredible Viktor and Rolf's, looking lonely and sad on the top shelf, but the five inch chunky heel more than likely put the sensible-heel-wearing women off.
My advice… get there quick. I picked up a Westwood steal - £69 for a shirt!
