This morning I decided to give my new boots a test drive. For the first time, my boot-cut jeans actually had a chance to live up to their name.
I headed off to Kensington feeling happy. The boots have got a hefty heel taking me from an average 5' 6" to a far more impressive 5'10". I felt tall. I felt elegant. My posture improved. I was a woman wearing 100 per cent leather Italian boots and I was proud.
Fast forward two hours. I was in agony. I was limping. I was a woman struggling not to twist her ankle thanks to uneven paving slabs and stupid sodding four inch heels. I had no circulation below the ankle. And of course, Kensington bus stops all seemed to be out of action so I ended up walking to Notting Hill. It's a short trip. When you don't feel like you're walking on drawing pins with every step while elephants stamp on your feet.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Off to find the Peppermint Foot Lotion and help my poor feet recover. Last time I buy shoes 'cos they look nice. From now on, I'm sticking to my Docs.
Posted by emilyd at August 28, 2002 04:00 PM