Shoes, handbags and gladrags (or ties)…

//Shoes, handbags and gladrags (or ties)…

Shoes, handbags and gladrags (or ties)…

We were out with friends at the weekend, and having already done a bit of light shoe appreciation, a little later in the night we indulged ourselves discussing our shoes in more detail and swapping favourite shoe shops. 

We all have ways of expressing our self image, be it a tie, socks, jewellery, handbags etc.  There are always little signs detailing an aspect of our personality, or something that just makes us feel fantastic.  For me footwear is more than something that keeps your feet dry.  In fact there have been times when a favourite pair of boots has been glued and better glued, was still letting in water when it rained and my response was to carry a spare pair of dry socks with me – yes my mum rolled her eyes. 

And so last Saturday night we purred about Poste Mistress shoes (especially the winter ranges) and drooled over boots we’d like to own.  [I am hopeful that this winter I’ll find a pair of fuchsia pink or lime green boots, preferably mock crock with a great looking heel.]  Then, as conversations do, we bequeathed our shoe collection to each other when we die – it is important that they go to a good home.  Now hopefully this won’t be for a very long time as a) I’m sure we’d like to get some more personal pleasure from our shoes and b) we’d like to see each other live very long and happy lives.   

I can see it now, age 97 (minimum) at the funereal tea party reminding people that we have first pick over the other one’s shoe collection, because this was promised to us nearly 60 years ago.  Let’s hope our excellent taste in footwear remains and neither of us gets bunions.

2008-07-15T07:59:23+00:00By |Self Image|