Well Shod

Yesterday was winter shoe shopping day.  

Those who know me, will agree that I am no Imelda Marcos - I only require the bottom of a small wardrobe to house my handful of shoes and boots, mostly black and to be honest mostly boots.

I like boots. I like Crocs. I don't like high heels, strappy sandals, nor flip flops.

Once a year, maybe twice depending on the state of the previous year's flat sandals I heave myself off to Clark's to buy my winter footwear. I have long since given up on trawling through other shoe shops because they just don't fit right. Clarks and Hush Puppy are the only brands that I can wear and not give me cause for complaint.

Believe me, if I'm wearing uncomfortable shoes you know about it. I can't comprehend women who cripple themselves daily with blisters and bunions just to wear shoes that look good.  Besides, high heeled shoes these days make most women look ridiculous except for when they are standing still.

Maybe I need to learn 'How to Be a Girl' and watch more videos like this?

My 'shoe' thing stems from being a tom boy as a child and then going into the Navy, where my job meant wearing safety boots or flat lace ups every day.  Not being a 'girly' girl meant I rarely wore dresses, so had no need for heels and such like. I still don't wear dresses, except when I need to and am at the age now where I like to be comfortable when I'm out so opt for jeans and long skirts...so I can wear boots!

Yesterday I did quite well, coming home in a reasonable fettle after a couple of hours in the Metro Centre with three pairs of footwear.  

Brogues with heels...yes 'heels' but I'm going to use the video above and learn how to walk properly in them. These are all the rage at the moment, so I'll be  quite 'with it' when wearing them.

  I think I may spend most of the winter in these beauties. I'd have bought a black pair too but might have to sneak them in at a later date.

and so that I can train effectively for my Stampede in 5 weeks time...a pair of trainers. My old ones are 'old' and will be the ones I do the Stampede in and will be thrown in the bin afterwards, as I've been told they are fit for nothing having been taped to your feet and traipsed through water, mud and goodness knows what else.

Not a wedge or stiletto anywhere...maybe one day I might be forced to buy some, maybe when one of the boys gets married or something...maybe I will be so old by then I can get away with my slippers?