Thursday, 20 March 2008

Shoe Shocked

Today, I have new shoes. 

I am not a shoe person. I am not one of those girls who gets all "Like, oh my gosh, he wouldn't buy me this season's Kurt Geigers, even though he knows I've wanted them since like, yesterday..." I don't have that many pairs of shoes, not least because I have bizarrely shaped annoying Big Fat Feet. I hate shoe shopping. I dislike shoe assistants, the way the hover and stare. I rarely, if ever, go out specifically to buy a new pair of shoes and come back fully boughted and sorted. 

However, by some miricle of modern shopping, I have managed to purchase not one, not two, but FOUR pairs of new shoes in ONE day! Alas, it has not made me cool or fashionable, despite actually having more than one pair that actually fit to choose from, I still manage to end up with going for comfort over beauty, child-like and quirky over cosmopolitan and popular. Perhaps I should take some hints from my shoe taste in other aspects of my life...*

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  Chic   Casual


Classy
*Life is better with many pairs...? ;o)

You may remember the following style from such scenes as "why I am a seven-year-old" indeed, I already have a pair so similar, it seems silly to have another, 'specially when they are far from sophisticated. But my blue versions of the same type have been so very reliable and so very comfortable, that I just had to get these: 

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Child

I fell in love with this final pair, trashy and impractical though they may be, I did manage to stick to my four pairs of sensible shoes, though, and didn't stretch to buying them:

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Kooky

Alors, at the end of it, I come away, not a shoe connoisseur by any means, but with my feet a whole lot happier to have found some new houses to travel in. Yay, new shoes! I know you care. 

On the jukebox: Paolo Nutini ~ New Shoes

7 comments:

  1. I hate shoe shopping. Hate, hate, hate it. It's so difficult, so demoralising, and the assistants can be so rude. I once had to go to a funeral in pink shoes because my black ones had literally worn through and I couldn't find any more.

    On the plus side, I (like you, it seems) really appreciate finding a pair I like and can wear! And hey, I must save money.

    Yay for having size 9, narrow, funnily shaped feet...

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  2. And I very much like the 'Child' ones :-)

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  3. do you and lucy have the same size feet? I thought lucy was dinky but you are v tall eh?

    anyway I used to love shoes but lately I've stopped even looking at them, I think it's because I rarely go anywhere to wear shoes, nice ones anyway and because I walk to work, shoes have to be low and comfy or I have to pop them in my bag and wear trainers.

    I have neglected you so much lately that you have even moved your space!

    take care
    love and kitten heels

    Gail
    xxxx

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  4. I wasn't meant to be anonymous, hence the 'love Gail' bit on the end!

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  5. "I thought lucy was dinky but you are v tall eh?"

    I am intrigued! Is there another Lucy? I have only started visiting Flix since she had her new blog. Or was this a snap instinct judgement?! Do tell!

    In partial answer to your question, of all the adjectives that could be used to describe me, dinky is not one of them...

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  6. Hehe, I do believe Gail is referring to another Lucy, though I don't think that Lucy has ever commented here!

    In response to the comment - I am quite tall (though have a feeling this ^ Lucy may be taller) and I usually end up getting size 8 (7 if I'm lucky), but only because I have a stupidly high instep (arch) and wide feet meaning that I often have to go a size bigger than my actual length, and then they slip off...

    Possibly not the worst predicament in the world, but after 4 hours of "too big", "too small", "too tight", "they cut in" it is such a relief to finally find a pair that fit and aren't horrifically ugly...

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  7. Of course, part of this is that I am quite fussy in general, but it's true, I do think I must save money. However, that's compared to friends who expect their not-quite-boyfriends to spend £500 on a pair of Dior shoes, and have a drawer full of "shoes-I-brought-to-uni-yet-don't-actually-ever-wear"

    Hmm...

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