I can’t remember the last time I bought shoes.
Actually, scratch that, I can: it was these Boden flats. And oh yeah: those Mel flats – the ones that farmers hate? Those were both flats, though: they totally don’t count. You HAVE to have flats, after all, don’t you? You know, for those long walks in the country, with the beasts, and the electric fences and stuff?
I’m talking here about heels, though: the kind of heels that make you look at your screen, gasp in awe, and say, “OMG, I MUST have them, and I don’t care what I have to do to get them. GIMME.” THOSE kind of shoes.
I haven’t bought those kind of shoes in a long time: maybe a year or more. I’m not sure if it’s shoes themselves that have gotten a bit more boring in that time, or if it’s… well, ME. I suspect the latter. Well, I can’t very well blame the entire fashion industry for the fact that I keep wanting to wear the same old shoes every damn day, can I? I’ve had a couple of snarky comments about how often I wear those nude Pigalles that are rarely off my feet, but honestly, I love those shoes. I’d wear them AAAAALLLL the time if I possibly could. If that’s wrong, I guess I don’t really care too much about being right.
But I’m not here to talk about nude Pigalles. I’m here to talk about Poppy, who has broken my shoe-buying drought. (Yes, I know it wasn’t REALLY a drought, but just humour me here, OK?) I mean, what a babe, seriously. I discovered Poppy on Saturday morning, when I was doing some research for ShoeperWoman. No, really, I was ACTUALLY doing “research”. I was just supposed to be looking for shoes to BLOG about, not shoes to actually BUY, but then I opened up the ASOS website for my usual
twice daily browse, and there she was. A stronger woman than me may have been able to resist Poppy and her polka-dotted, puffy-bowed ways, but I am not a strong woman (well, not where shoes are concerned, anyway), so Poppy was in my shopping basket and on her way to me before you could say, “OMG, SHOES!”
I’ll stop talking about the shoes as if they’re people now. That might make this all sound a little more reasonable.
(They are totally “people”, though. You know it.)
Anyway, the shoes arrived yesterday, and I love ’em. Haven’t been able to actually wear ’em yet, obviously, on account of the fact that the weather thinks it’s still March (thanks, weather!), but I can admire them on the shelf, and I can walk around the house in them, and that’ll have to do for now.
Speaking of walking around the house in them, I always panic a bit when people ask me how shoes fit: everyone’s feet/comfort levels are so different that I worry I’ll be all, “Oh, yeah, they’re totes comfortable!” and then someone will go out and buy them, only to have their feet shredded or something. Then they’ll blame me, and possibly try to sue me, because I said the shoes would fit, and … I’m over-thinking this, aren’t I? OK, well, let the record show that I ordered my usual size, and they fit fine. Please don’t sue me if you buy them and hate them…
[P.S. They also come in gold. I won’t buy them, though. No I won’t. WON’T.]
[Related: How to Walk in High Heels]