New Footwear!

You know my lovely footwear....

Well, I'm not relegating them, but wait til you see what my Mum and Dad gave me for Christmas.

You ready for this.

You see, my Mum has much better style than I have.

My sister got her sense of style from her.

My mum has no idea where I came from. But I do love my new wellies. Don't you?!

(Yes, I'm aware it's still only Christmas Eve, but each year, we open one parcel each the night before Christmas. This is what I opened!)

Wellies with a Difference

Katie got new wellies.

Catherine reckons she shouldn't be allowed onto the croft with them. "They are city wellies. Not crofters' wellies!"


Aren't they lovely?

I just can't see them in the peats.


Or covered in mud. Or worse - in ...well, er, you know - sheep poo.


On these flowers?! Surely not!

Maybe a bit fashionable for me. But at least someone flies the flag for good dressing in this house.


Now, while we're on the subject of footwear.... Hey, I'll have none of these comments, thank you. 


Today, the girls were tidying out the shoe cupboard, and I had to retrieve these....

...from the bin bag.

They were actually going to do it, and still don't realise I found them.

If anyone wants two girls..... they're going cheap.

If anyone wants boots like these.... go find your own. You aint getting mine!