A long, long time ago in a cold, cold country up north – during December – I found a ladybird.

It was all the way back in ’07, and let’s just say ladybirds aren’t all that common during winter. More like none-existent. I mean, where would they live when the snow reaches over a grown man’s knees?

Needless to say, I got rather fascinated. Or obsessed. Whatever comes first. I followed the damn thing around with my Nikon D50 for three hours. In my bedroom, up the curtains, over diverse DVDs, around a couple of lamps, down two floors, up one floor. I thought the kitten ate it more than just a few times, as she was also hunting it down. Just with claws, sharp teeth and the kitten-ish playfulness that could be the end of every small animal she came across.

After a long hunt, the ladybird actually managed to get to the living room and into my mother’s hair. At least it stayed there long enough for me to take some (not too good) pictures.

And after that I’m fairly sure the cat ate it.

Or ballet flats if you like. And of course you do.

After all, who does not love a good pair of shoes? Or a pretty pair if you’re not that much into comfort, like me. If I can get a pair of both pretty and comfortable flats/heels/sandals/you-choose, that’s great, but I value the good looks a bit more. Which is probably why I almost always wear and bring along those nifty heel band-aids in case of a blemish or two.

I think my love for pretty shoes is border lining fanatical some times, but after watching the Sex and the City series, I get the feeling a shoe obsession’s rather normal for girls? And if you add the number of females one usually sees when entering a shoe store, it can be too far out either.

But let’s get back to the main topic; my new, pretty ladybird flats. Yes, ladybird. Bow-ladybird.

Please ignore those socks. Wait, do you have an opinion of the crossed socks?

This picture was taken before I managed to buy my self new, white ankle socks – which by the way gets dirty already on the metro station to school over here. There’s so many people rushing, and stepping on your feet in the process.