Lelli Kelly shoes beat the Holy Grail hands down
I'm not entirely sure I can believe my eyes. I have, ladies and gentlemen, perched atop my knee, an open shoe box. This is not just your average, run of the mill, two a penny, one on every corner shoe box. It contains something really quite special. As I peer nervously over the edge and begin to gently pull back the paper wrapping, I’m greeted by a sight so unbelievably cute I have to grab the side of the chair for fear of toppling over with blind astonishment. Shuddering slightly, and with a hand so shaky it could scramble an egg, I reach inside and wrap my trembling fingers around its precious contents.
Quivering, dribbling and sweating profusely, I raise my hands up to my face and gaze in awe at the most amazing sight I have ever seen. I realise with a judder of delight that I hold in my hands a brand new pair of Lelli Kelly shoes. It then dawns on me that I have suddenly become the single most important person in the world to one little girl. My little niece has been begging me for a pair of Lelli Kelly shoes for about as long as I can remember. In point of fact, I seem to recall her first word was Lelli, swiftly followed by Kelly. She really does like Lelli Kelly shoes.
Even though I’m a bloke, I can honestly tell why she likes them so much. They're just so jaw droppingly cute I really do worry that they're not regulated by some kind of international council dealing with the supervised distribution of potentially addictive substances to youngsters. I know full well I could never fit in them, but I genuinely want a pair myself. I can’t get my head around it, nor can I even begin to explain it to you, but there's something in them that won’t allow me to take my eyes of them. It’s a good job I can touch type otherwise you’d have absolutely no idea what I’ve been on about.
You have to try them for yourself, just get some Lelli Kelly shoes and you’ll know what I mean. Now if you don’t mind I’ve got some dribble to wipe up.
Quivering, dribbling and sweating profusely, I raise my hands up to my face and gaze in awe at the most amazing sight I have ever seen. I realise with a judder of delight that I hold in my hands a brand new pair of Lelli Kelly shoes. It then dawns on me that I have suddenly become the single most important person in the world to one little girl. My little niece has been begging me for a pair of Lelli Kelly shoes for about as long as I can remember. In point of fact, I seem to recall her first word was Lelli, swiftly followed by Kelly. She really does like Lelli Kelly shoes.
Even though I’m a bloke, I can honestly tell why she likes them so much. They're just so jaw droppingly cute I really do worry that they're not regulated by some kind of international council dealing with the supervised distribution of potentially addictive substances to youngsters. I know full well I could never fit in them, but I genuinely want a pair myself. I can’t get my head around it, nor can I even begin to explain it to you, but there's something in them that won’t allow me to take my eyes of them. It’s a good job I can touch type otherwise you’d have absolutely no idea what I’ve been on about.
You have to try them for yourself, just get some Lelli Kelly shoes and you’ll know what I mean. Now if you don’t mind I’ve got some dribble to wipe up.