it's to boots what Viagra is to...*beep*

On Saturday I told you I'd bought something interesting at the MAK shop. Ta-dah, here it is, my pair of airmici. Sayonara, sad, flaccid boots. Hello-oh, erm...erect boots. No more clumsy shoe tree but clever inflatable boot-supports available in different designs. I only bought one pair (at EUR 9 they're not exactly a bargain), see above, but it's worked wonders on my knee-high suede boots.

I'm off to the (not so) Sunny South for the weekend. The original plan was to go skating on the Wörther See once more but alas, that's probably not going to happen given the comparatively high temperatures. Ah well, at least skiing is more fun when you don't freeze solid on the chair lift.

Lunch-break-purchases: None. But this doesn't mean I did not return to the office with something new. A bag, to be precise. I had a lunch-date with a good friend. I was tempted to call her "Balkan Babe" because of the great alliteration and in allusion to her origin but the she's actually no babe but the most effortlessly elegant person I know. I'll call her "Snow White" - dark hair, fair skin - instead. We finally got round to exchange birthday presents (hers is a week before mine). I gave her a handbag (BREE, from my bulk-buying spree at the designer outlet last month) and so did she (BRIC'S). I love it and have decided to post a photo of it next week. Until then: have a great weekend and don't do anything I wouldn't do.