I stupidly went out in a pair of heels yesterday that I’d not yet worn around the house. By the time I’d arrived in central London, the backs of my feet were shredded to pieces and I had to hobble into New Look in search of a pair of flat pumps.
A kind shop assistant even brought me plasters. (Seriously, shop assistants seem to be sorting my life out right now… they’re like stylists, counsellors and now doctors).
These size 9 pumps might look super chic and expensive, but at £12.99, they’re about the same price as a bottle of Pinot Grigio in Wetherspoons. I do find it helpful to think about my purchases in terms of their alcoholic beverage equivalent. Then you know how much you’re really sacrificing for your footwear.
I did get home though and realise that I now have a total of SEVEN pairs of nude shoes. How the hell did this happen? I am officially a boring shoe person.
I am positively BEIGE. And a bit of a dumb-ass. Two of those pairs are clearly identical. No wonder I can never afford to eat.
Fortunately New Look also has lots of pretty AND colourful size-nine shoes in its easy-on-the-purse selection.
Bingo. I think those neon leopard-print beauties are just what I need to get me out of my shoe-rut.