... the above drawings are how I used to be. The top left is actually my wedding dress.
Some how as I click clacked down the path of life with by baggage (and not just my over sized Chloe paddington) I just got on with stuff. I changed the heels into flats (we got a dog) and then the flats became trainers (child came on board) and then just stuff.
Somehow it feels selfish to be 'me' again. I gave up work and became a 'homemaker' (or thats what the mortgage says...).
I have a great life (social media makes it look awesome!) but really its great, so why do I want more...
Is wrong to want to do the school run and walk the schnauzers in heels???
And as I write this I know that if someone was to ask me this question the answer would be 'hell no babe!' so no its not! Do I care what people will say (may be a little) and maybe thats the problem - I never used to...
