Speaking of impulse buying…
I’ve been on the look out for a long time now, for the perfect pair of red shoes.
The ones that are not too high but not completely flat either. The ones that are comfortable but not ugly, that are not too fussy [bits & bobs or weird heels] yet aren’t boring, not too overpriced but not cheap enough that they fall apart in a month. And just the RIGHT shade of red.
Basically the Holy Grail of red shoes.
I finally found a pair. Hallelujah! The spirits of Oxford Circus be praised.
But they are just a teeny weeny tiny bit too tight around the toes.
Now I have bought many many many many shoes, most of which I have belatedly discovered are unbearably torturous. Sometimes you get lucky and manage to score a pair that look good and feel good. But its like a fucking lottery. The chances are you wont win.
But I am determined not to be hornswoggled THIS TIME! Much as I like them, if they don’t fit, back they will go [I can return them within 28 days as long as I don’t wear them outside.]
I can’t really judge EXACTLY how painful they will be unless I take them for a test run. So I’m walking around the flat in my new little red shoes, in a sweat shirt and my dirty jeans, cooking and trying to make salad, clip clopping around and it just feels so damn strange.
Pain level Gauge:
With socks: 5 mins- Somewhat painful pressure around toe.
With socks: 20 mins – Either pain level is diminishing or tolerance is building.
Removal of socks: 23 mins – Relieves pressure somewhat. Fits much better. But now feet are cold.
While you might not be impressed by this picture, it fits all requirements for the perfect red shoes [bear in mind price is a large factor] and they make my feet look much less clumsy.
Pain level: Fuck knows I took them off after 30 minutes.