Sometimes I wish a was a little bit smaller. About a foot smaller would do. I don’t mean I want to be a kid again, but just a bit more kid sized, because, well, look at these…

And these…

And these…

Sighhhhh, even Cinderella would probably struggle to get her delicate little tootsies into those snuggle pies, but then again she could probably run up something similar with a couple of buttons an old dish cloth and a turnip sack.

I alas, am no Cinderella. I have no tiny mouse friends to work their magic, no fairy Godmother to wave her wand and create something foot fetishingly fabulous, or even a magic hedgehog to quiver his tiny quills at me and turn me into a glamour puss.

Misses E and M however do.  :(

I wonder if they could do that American thing at Clarks where they super size stuff? Hmmm, might have to look into that. Once again I amaze myself with my brilliance.

(E and M have been offered the chance of choosing a pair of these Clarks boots from their winter range. Part of me is tempted to stamp my foot and say no (just cos I’m jealous), but I have stamped on that part and shoved it in a little box not to be opened till 3011 so watch this space. I’m liking the look of the Snuggle Pie for M and the Gypsy Glam JR for E but we’ll see what they go for.)