Blog post: the wrong shoes
I expect that one day, after many years of marriage, somebody will ask my husband to look back on our lives together and tell them what it has been like. What I’m like. What kind of person I really am.
I’ll probably be famous in the future, so it’ll probably be someone from a glossy magazine, and they’ll probably ask him to sum me up in five words, or something equally inane.
He won’t have to think about his answer. He’ll say: “She wore the wrong shoes.”
You come across some people in life who never wear the wrong shoes and some people who always wear the wrong shoes. I’m on the far right of the wrong-shoe-wearing spectrum.
My problem usually creeps up on me quite unexpectedly. I start the day wearing perfectly suitable shoes, like flip flops for a stroll to the shops or suede boots for a visit to some relatives or high heels for an interview. Those all sound like perfectly reasonable shoe choices don’t they? The kind of choices a fully functioning adult would make. The trouble is that events render my choices those of a complete idiot: it starts to rain like it’s the beginning of a biblical flood while I’m on that stroll to the shops, the relatives decide to take us on a walk to the local pond through a muddy field, I am running 10 minutes late for the interview and I have to run.
Other people don’t seem to find themselves in such bother. Those people look at me hobbling around, wet-footed and covered in mud and wonder how I ever let it get to this.
Not wanting to seem like I’m putting a positive spin on this character flaw of mine, but I think I’m just too ambitious. I push the limits and, most of the time, I come unstuck.
If I’m honest, then I could avoid these issues by not wearing flip flops on a walk when there are threatening looking grey clouds in the sky, not wearing suede boots all the time even when it’s the thick of winter and we’re going to the countryside, and carrying fold-up pumps in my bag in case of run-or-die emergencies.
Those would all be sensible things to do.
But then again I’ve just spotted these suede peep toes on Miss Selfridge, and I have to have them. Do you think they’ll be good for the festivals? Apparently it’s going to be sunny this summer.
