The mummy shoes
I’ve always had funky taste in shoes. DH would say the words “fashion victim” were more pertinent, but I prefer to stick with “funky”. I’ve never been afraid to experiment with shoes – as Gerlie will happily testify. Somewhere, deep in the Philippines, not just Gerlie’s family, but a whole village, is proudly wearing my shoe mistakes.
Still, I’ve noticed since I turned 40 that my taste in shoes is changing. Ever so slowly, the “funky” shoes are being replaced with more classic styles. Part of this is age, and part of the blame I can definitely lay at the door of my friend A – a lady with impeccable taste. It is she who introduced me to the concepts both of classic courts and of flats.
So, these days I’m swaying more towards a wardrobe of classic shoes in classic colours – shoes a bit more expensive than the “funky” ones; shoes that last a bit longer. And I’ve discovered that, while classic shoes in classic colours may not garner comments, they do tend to go with everything, last forever and, if you pay a bit more, they also tend to have technology such as little air-bag things inside them that make them secretly comfy, too.
The only problem with the latest pair (reasonably tasteful nude heels, secret air-bags for comfort and none of that Kate-Middie mini-platform business going on) is this: Can I admit to anyone – anyone – that that they’re from [looks around and whispers furtively] Clarks?