KILLER HEELS

I have a new pair of shoes. For anyone that knows me (or for those that follow me on instagram) this is not news. I always have a new pair of shoes. That is not a brag I might add, this is a problem. Not only for my dwindling savings but for my poor, poor feet. Fashion is pain apparently. In the wise - if not harsh - words of Christian Louboutin, "high heels are pleasure with pain [...] if you can't walk in them, don't wear them". Well said, but I'd just like to point out that he does not actually wear his infamous red soled heels. Words are one thing, worn, blistered heels are quite another. It's not so much 'grin and bear it' as it is 'grin and wear it'. 

(The shoes in question. Yes they are masquerading as school girl sandals but do not be fooled by their shininess!)

Yes for a good while normcore looked set to be the new standard of fashion and also yes, the influx of trainers have purported an element of leisure that is very appealing. Trainers as 'fashion'? Who would have imagined it, and what is even more far fetched, they have reached the upper echelons of high fashion (I'm referring to you, Chanel tweed £700 training shoes). However, in spite of this, fashion has, and probably will always, remain cloistered with a 'suck it up' sentiment, a warning intrinsic in the entire makeup of everything beautiful. Perhaps it's my poor judgement, or maybe it's my complete inability to merge shopping with practical reasoning. 

(Even possible strangulation of the foot wouldn't put me off buying these killer heels)

I like to think of it as a demonstration of my commitment to the cause. The wounds, old and new, make up a patchwork of sorts, the memories of life (and what I've worn whilst making said memories) are permanently etched onto my skin. A narrative of fashion dos and don'ts. Masochistic? Quite probably. But the lure of a good pair of shoes is just too much for me. Like I said it's a problem, but I've heard that admitting it is half the battle, which eases the pain somewhat. To celebrate the honesty I have with myself I might just treat myself to another pair of shoes... I've got the plasters at the ready.