New Shoes

For one night only I am totally free… children have been packed off to stay with Nanny for the weekend.
To ensure I take full advantage of this rare opportunity I informed the man, short of hell freezing over we will be hitting the town Saturday night wearing a nice pair of killer heels (me in the heels that is!)

My thoughts turn to footwear. Casting my eye at the sad sally shoes that sit in the hall cupboard I get a familiar fluttering of impulse shopping coming up… The mother in me tells me that I have a million pairs therefore there is no need to splurge, but the addict in me say’s otherwise. Like a million other women I have always had a slightly unhealthy fetish for shoes, happy to sacrifice food and water to get my toes into a snazzy new pair.

One of my biggest issues with a career in Motherhood is that there are not the same opportunities to wear or appreciate stupidly high heels. Now I am lucky to even look at my feet while running out of the house let alone take note of what is covering them. I am sorry to say that I even had two different shoes on last week - not realising until I was in the third aisle in the supermarket! Yes, long gone are the days of foot watching.

I am also well aware that for practical reasons the money would be much better spent on a nice sturdy pair of flats, but something about the practical part puts me off. That settles it.
I treat (or should I say the credit card treats) me to a ridiculously high pair of shoes . I look at them lovingly as the shop assistant puts them into an oversized shoe box and hands me my new babies.

All evening I admire feet and encourage others to do same. All is well. I attempt to walk down a few steps. For any normal heel wearer this would have been a doddle - me having got so used to wearing flats end up under stepping and landing on my knees. Meanwhile one of my shoes decides to make a sneaky exit from foot and flies halfway across room.

There we have it, half of croydon looking at my shoe. I must admit though the pain in my knee’s I could still see beauty in my shiny shoe.

Shame I could not walk to get my foot in it.