Today I went to shoe heaven.
I’m still a little speechless so don’t know where to start. So maybe I’ll start by saying that I really love shoes. I’m not Robinson Crusoe there, and it’s fair to say that anyone reading this will have better shoes than me. But I really do love shoes.
In a former life, ie before children, I bought whatever shoes I felt like buying. My biggest Shoe Shame, or Boast, depending on who you are, was when I spent 2 years here in the UK in my early 20s. I was straight out of uni and earning my first income, in a city where shoes were not just in black but in every possible incarnation. I bought shoes I knew I would never walk in, shoes that were so impractical that they were destined to just sit in my wardrobe. But that was the point – they were in my wardrobe. I cannot walk in 6 inch heels, have never been able to. Platforms with the heels embroidered in tulle are going to be very unhappy stepping in a muddy puddle. But I still bought them, and shoes with heels so high they’d give you a nosebleed. I just loved to look at them. Material, moi?
Now I have children and we’re on one income, so the days of Shoe Frivolity are over….hopefully just for now. But today I stepped into the new Shoe Galleries at Selfridges. They have over 4,000 shoes on display, it is Shoe Porn.
As you walk in, a giant silver glitter stiletto towers over you and takes your breath away. What followed was a magnificent hour of the most beautiful shoes you could ever hope to see. I bought some winter boots, hardly glamorous but studded and with a touch of shearling (bordering on Ugg Boot territory, but don’t worry – they are definitely boots not slippers). Trying them on, I sat beside a very well-heeled lady from Sydney. She had already bought 3 pairs, and was deliberating on a further few. It was fun helping her decide.
She walked out of there with another 3 pairs, and a big smile on her face.
And that made me happy.