Working on a tan

Spring is definitely here, that's enough with the black ankle-boots thank you. I'm thinking beach, I'm thinking sunshine... I'm thinking tan. But I'm still walking around west London on my Celtic pins. Hmm. Tan's a good word, though. Much more fun than 'beige' or 'neutral', and much more appropriate to the choppy patent cone-heels I rediscovered last weekend, or my Mom's old court shoes (which look great with ankle-skimming skinny jeans), or indeed, every other shoe on the British high street right now.