These are strange days on Planet Mel. Today I find myself ironing and repairing shoes. My dead Converse collection is growing thanks to an almost continuous stream of donations from teen friends.
The temptation is to keep the ones which are my size. If only I had more feet so I could wear several pairs at a time.
What to do next? Which of these lovelies deserves my attention and showering in jewels for the whole day?