The dog was asking how my blogging was going and I said, “Yeah, it’s ok thanks – coming along nicely”.
So he wanted to take a look.
“Wot you need is annuver pic of me, mum, the punters will love that”
I told him my blog wasn’t all about him and to start his own if he wanted people to look at him.
But he wasn’t having any of it and insisted that I post up this shot of him, taken a couple of years ago when he was going through his ‘mod’ phase
(His Lambretta was parked just out of shot)
As I mentioned previously, I went into London on Saturday for a lovely meal. We had a thoroughly good evening, eating lovely food and drinking lovely wine and generally pretending we do this sort of thing all the time
Anyway, the usual problem of what to wear on my feet presented itself when I was deciding what to wear
I have LOADS of pairs of shoes – a cupboard full
But hardly any I can wear
The trouble is, I have never been very good in heels. My feet must be naturally flat because arches give me pain and the balls of my feet scream in agony if I am wearing anything with a heel more than half an inch
Obviously, when I was younger, I ignored the pain and suffered for the sake of fashion. But, as I have matured, comfort has replaced beauty and I wear flatties all the time. That’s not to say I don’t have some very nice flat shoes and sandals but sometimes you really do need a heel to finish off an outfit
But I just can’t cope with them. I totter along and complain loudly that my feet hurt. I have to drink a lot of alcohol to numb the pain (which usually results in a bit of staggering, thus making the high heels even more difficult to walk in) and the whole evening is overshadowed by the pain in my feet……I’ve more or less given up now, it’s not worth the agony
Which means I have an entire cupboard full of gorgeous, sparkly high-heeled shoes, hardly worn and unwearable. They are simply there to GAZE at now
I also have an excellent pair of walking boots I bought earlier this year
They have NEVER been worn
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