Isn't it funny how one can misinterpret a sleeping pill induced haze as an epiphany? That's what happened to me last night. Remember how my previous post saw me rabble elatedly about how I'd found the perfect trousers to go with the Prada boots? How it came to me mid-sleep and saw me race up and try on said combo and declare it "the perfect marriage between trouser and boot"? Yeah, that was crap.
I tried the combination on again and in the cold light of day I actually look like a lesbian policewoman. Not quite the look the I was trying to achieve. Suffice to say the trousers went back and the Prada boots went back into their dark corner once more.
Damn those little blue pills.