I am known for my love of good shoes. Flats, mid-heels and sky-scraper 'oh god i can't live without them' towering dangerously-heels.
My first pair of really incredible shoes was bought back in 2005 - a pair of Gina Silver Mist Campari stilettos - I blew my entire summer bonus on them and bought them for a friend's wedding in Prague. No one told me about the cobbles though. I lasted 5 mins teetering around precariously before I had to resort to my back up diamante flats from Matches (which shredded my feet to pieces like a cheese grater, incidently). Suffering aside though, I still have the Ginas and occassionally get them out of the box, stare at them, admire the sparkles and pray for the day that Mr H finally takes (drives) me somewhere worthy of those glamorous feet candy.
Unfortunately, Motherhood and heels do not go well together. I have spent the last 3 years in very boring flats, namely Birkenstocks and Converse. However, I recently turned 35, had an early mid-life crisis and blew my lighting budget for the house on 3 pairs of amazing Kurt Geiger evening shoes. It may still be dimly lit in my front room but hell, do my feet look good.
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