Monday, 5 September 2011
I Continue To Buy Shoes I Cannot Walk In...
Like many women worldwide, yes, I have a severe love for shoes. Yup, shoes. Seems crazy doesn't it; as clothing items go its seems like one of the more practical inventions, we all know what it's like to have pain soaring through your food as you accidentally step on something sharp, yet we squeeze our feet into shoes that look less and less like feet should go into them. I'm pretty sure when our ancient ancestors invented protection for their feet around 7000BC (according to my best friend, Wikipedia) they hardly had something like this in mind...
walk stand in those?
I have the greatest of respect for women (Victoria Beckham) who spend their life teetering around on 5 inch heels, unfortunately I was not built with the balancing abilities and willingness to endure the pain.
It's simple. I cannot walk any notable distance in heels. I have done it, and suffered immensely the next day from the pain.
Yet I continue to buy them. My shoe radar hit the roof the other day as I was walking into a charity shop and I spied the perfect pair of shoes. Unworn (so, so rare when setting foot in any decent charity shop), stickers still on, fraction of the original price (only £5), metallic pewter colour, easy 4 inch heel. Beautiful. My Size: Perfection.
Couldn't resist. I can guarantee they will only see the light of day once (on planned, get in and out of car, minimal walking trips) if at all, but, it's worth it just to walk around my room pretending I'm far more glamorous than I ever will be.
But that's just me. It's what I do, I am a shoe hoarder with the least practical collection of shoes and I love it.