you had me at “yes, these come in black.” // A Selfish Selfridges Love Story
Oh, Selfridges. I have mixed emotions about jetting across the pond, back to my native country and leaving you on Oxford Street, all alone. Hardly, you are a filthy cheater. Selfridges, let ‘s be honest here. You ALWAYS have been the one, since 1909. No blame is possible for your wicked charms that make my feet feel at home in your leather combat boots, snake skin pumps, and over-the-knee black suede boots. Selfridges, you are a beautiful thing. I never stood a chance. We never did.