We popped to John Lewis today to get Maddy's little feet measured.
She was pretty suspicious initially of the nice woman with the plastic contraption:
But she soon got into the swing of things, and before too long, was picking out the most awkwardly placed shoes to try on:
No, those silvery ones on the top shelf.
Needless to say, we didn't find anything that she was happy with. I have to take responsibility for the sartorial faffiness gene.