The mystery of the gnome

For those of you that have been awake at night wondering where our garden gnome went, now we know!

We were invited over to the house of the two Italian Angels who take care of the house for us, for some "apero". And there he was, sitting in their garden! I did not say anything, as these are not the kind of people that would actually intentionally steal anything, so bringing it up would be just plain embarrassing. I guess they just thought he was a left-over from Monsieur Duct Tape, the previous owner of our house.

Well, now he has a view of the bay of Mandelieu. Definitely moving up in this world, I would say. Good for him.

The last pair?

I saved the best pair for the last day. My Jimmy Choo golden strappy kitten-heel sandals. Given to me by Mr. Incredible during a weekend trip to Stockholm with some friends. Something tells me that he really must like me.

Today a year has gone by since I started this blog. Meaning that this is supposed to be my last post. And I know that you are dying to know if I really managed to use all of my shoes this year. Yay! Well, it might not come as a complete surprise to you, but - no - I didn't. When I started off I had this plan that I would have to get rid of the shoes I did not use this year, but I can't. There are in fact exactly fifty pairs left, including some really nice ones.

It feels a bit sad ending this journey, and it surely has been a year full of adventures. As I started off, it was not really my the intention to share so many details from my personal life on this blog. But somehow I did, and it did not feel to scary. Sometimes it even helped me sort out my head when I was a bit of a mess. So, thanks for being out there.

Bye.

Oh, I think I'm gonna cry! This is so sad!

Now. Bye. Really. I mean it.