Out with the old, in with the new

I’ve been doing some long overdue spring cleaning at home lately in the wardrobe department. Thanks to a very good friend of mine, who has taken on the role of both Trinny and Susannah and helped me to be absolutely ruthless with my clothes and of course, shoes. I won’t even mention some of the horrors encountered in the clothes pile but my justification was that at one point in time, I believed that each article of clothing that I had bought, actually looked good. The shoes however, are a completely different story. Having a size 11 foot meant that I wasn’t exactly spoilt for choice when it came to shoe shopping. When I began to cull my shoe cupboard, I started to see just what my decision making processes must have been like in the dim, dark days before Glamazon Shoes. When shopping for shoes, the criteria were essentially as follows:

Do the shoes fit?

Yep, that’s it. (And I know you glamazons out there know what I’m talking about!) This was never more evident than when I pulled all the shoes out. And began cringing. There were a lot of slides and mules. And I mean a lot. As anyone with big feet knows, this style is extremely forgiving as it allows a bit of ‘foot overhang’ without causing pain. (Of course, the aesthetic pain is another matter altogether) But as the saying goes, “today is the first day of the rest of your life”. Well, for my life with shoes anyway.