A Woman's Right to Shoes - Day 24

Post no. 2.  and proof that hoarding all your clothes and shoes has its merits.

High tops are back and I couldn’t be happier. I bought these in Ran in Manchester about 10 years ago, after wearing them to death for a few months they’ve been no further than the gym for a good few years (and anyone who knows me, knows that means they haven’t really been out at all).

I still love them. They could probably do with a bit of a scrub up but I’ve been so excited to wear them again, I haven’t got around to it yet.

You’ll notice though, there is one key thing missing. A WEDGE.

Thanks to Isabel Marant, a wedge is what every high top trainer needs this spring. I have my eye on these beauties from Ash:

But you have to move quickly, they sell out in seconds and so far, I haven’t been fast enough. I also shouldn’t really be spending so much on shoes (there is still the small matter of 2 cupboards full that I am yet to blog about) but I feel I neeeeed these.

It’s my birthday on Easter weekend so friends, Romans, mums, dads, boyfriends, colleagues, whoever, I don’t really mind who gets them, here is the massive hint you’ve all been waiting for.

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Anyway, with my Adidas high tops I wore jeans from H&M, top from Topshop, jacket from River Island.

A Woman's Right to Shoes - Day 23

Well this blog might not be that well-kept but at least I am consistent – months of neglect followed by a couple of posts at once, you know, when I’m back, I’m BACK!

I didn’t even wear these shoes today either, I am such a cheat.

They come with a story though – and they come highly recommended.

You know those tweets/statements that begin with ‘That awkward moment when…’? Well, they annoy me, mostly because I’m never convinced the situation was that awkward - this might be because I’m not easily embarrassed - but the day I bought these boots I did one of those tweets, because it was awkward and it was embarrassing.

I’d tried these boots on, on New Year’s Day or near enough, I wasn’t very patient with the sales this year. But with Christmas just gone, a big birthday and a trip to Paris looming, I thought I’d be sensible, so I didn’t buy them. But then I thought about them, like, all the time, I might have even dreamt about them and I definitely told my boyfriend I loved them more than I told him I loved him that week. So I decided to go back one evening, just as the shops were closing.

As I approached Kurt Geiger on The Avenue I saw one of the ladies in the shop crouch down to lock the glass doors, didn’t I? Distraught, I ran over, knocked on, gestured wildly to be let in for just a quick min and then, after a few seconds, realised she hadn’t locked the door at all, the door next to the one I appeared to be having some sort of fit in front of was WIDE OPEN.

Awkward. So let’s face it, I had to buy the boots?

So glad I did though, they’ve seen me through an entire weekend walking the streets of Paris - even the hilly bits - work, rest, play, sun, rain and SNOW with no trips or falls and not a blister in sight.

On this day, with my Kurt Geiger boots, I wore jeans from Matalan, knitted coat from Zara, sheepskin hat from the Christmas market, fur scarf from a charity shop and Texier bag from my mum.