I’ve been away. I know I have been away from my blog for a little while. That was because I was oh so poorly, woe is me! Sorry if you missed me. But this isn’t what this post is actually about. I’ve been away to the long forgotten place, that is, the bottom of my wardrobe. There are dust tumbleweeds blowing around, spiders have taken up residence in this undisturbed long forgotten space in my house. Why was I there? What on earth was I looking for?
Yes shoes. Shoes that I never wear anymore. But that I just can’t get rid of. I genuinely love them too much.
I have long had a love affair with shoes. I own far too many. FAR too many. I’ve never been a handbag girl, or a jacket/coat girl, or a scarf girl! Shoes are my thing. Since getting pregnant with my daughter, the only heels I have worn are the little ones on a couple of pairs of my boots. My love affair with boots, which was already quite major, has only gotten stronger since Coco came along, I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for stompy boots which are now far more practical for my life now! But I used to wear heels a lot. Big heels. I used to work 12 hour shifts in those things! I loved being so tall in them, I’m 5ft 7 or 8 (depending on who measures me!) without heels, so put me in some good ones and I’m over 6 ft.
I’m going out this Friday. I am so excited, my first proper night out since becoming a Mommy. I have been out for meals and then for a drink or 2 after, but I’ve not been ‘partying’ in years! I’m going out, and not just out, I’m going out out!!! The stunning creature that is my cousin invited me to a party, we are going to a great gatsby party! AMAZING! And this my friends, is why I was in that long forgotten place of the shoes. Trying to find a pair of shoes, that fits vaguely with the 1920’s. I think I have a couple of pairs that could work. 2 of them just don’t fit me right anymore. My feet have gotten slightly bigger since pregnancy, and I would like to feel my little toe for longer then an hour. The pair that does fit, well what can I say, I’m more then a little wobbly on my feet in them. And they aren’t even high! Throw in a few drinks, dancing, and potentially uneven floors, or floors with spills, and well its looking like a recipe for disaster.
I may have to purchase some flat pumps. Oh the me of 3.5 years ago would be so disappointed in how far I, or more technically my feet, have fallen.