'Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can conquer the world . . . ' Well at this precise moment in time, on a sunny April morning, I sit here in a pair of totally uninspiring, unsexy and unbelievably scruffy pair of flats and thus I am conquering very little.
Drawing anything remotely witty or clever from my rusty brain today is proving extremely difficult. It's not that my mind is empty, on the contrary, I have a million thoughts flying around in there, a million things to do and a million plans to make, but as yet I haven't been able to grasp anything for long enough to actually conquer it.
Truth is though, I doubt very much that this has anything to do with my innocent little ballet pumps. In fact I suspect that the real reason for my lack of brain power has more to do with my currently being almost 8 months pregnant.
It is true, (if not based entirely on scientific theories - (you'll soon discover that none of my facts are ever really based on scientific theories since science isn't exactly my strong point)) - that pregnancy kills off brain cells. Little by little. And it's quite scary really as one can't help but wonder if the charisma, charm, wit and intelligence(??!) that one used to possess will ever return? (You'll also discover that I have the occasional tendency to exaggerate, just a tad!)
You see in my former life, before my body was assigned it's duty of being a baby-growing machine, there was a little more to me than this rambling 25 year old, shoe-a-holic, trapped in a body that travels by waddling as apposed to actually walking.
It's seems an age away but the girl sat here in the aforementioned black pumps, used to strut in stilettos from dusk til dawn, she used to be able to read more intellectual material than the odd article in a pregnancy magazine and she used to be able to take part in a good old debate, without forgetting the er topic mid-sentence.
I'm seriously hoping she will return soon, but in the meantime I hope you'll join me in my quest to get this girl out of the flats and back into her dancing shoes, before the only part of her dancing is her mind. :-)
