Too Many? I Say Not Enough

The outfit finisher: shoes!

I will always remember the first time I fell head over heels for a pair of.. heels. After trawling for hours around the Trafford Centre for the perfect heels for a Christmas Ball, I stumbled into Forever 21, feet aching and belly gasping to be fed. Then I saw them, the five inch beauties waiting to transform my stride from the tired shopper slouch into an elegant glide.

And that was it, I was hooked on shoes. 

There’s something about shoes that only a few will understand. When you shop, shoes remain in your peripheral vision for a while. You know they’re there and reassure yourself that you don’t have room for any more. You contemplate renting a storage unit. You shrug that idea off. You are not going to buy shoes. But maybe…? No, you came in for a light scarf and nothing more.

Then, at the till point, you realise they’re in your hand, glaring with satisfaction.

The following night is filled with guilt and convincing yourself that shoes are an investment, Becky Brandon nee Bloomwood said so! 

My advice for the friends and family of those who suffer from this severe shoe obsession is very, very simple… Just let us shop!