Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Converse

Converse trainers are part of my mummy uniform. I did once comment that I would have been better off with two beer mats strapped to my bare feet, after a particularly painful pram push around Manchester. I have since relented and am now accustomed to them, although I wont be climbing Kinder Scout in them.


Thanks to Aunty Becky and Uncle Serge the girls have some snazzy 'only available in the States' mini Converse trainers to match mine. Here they are all lined up like little soldiers at 'Fidgets'.

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