When I first started this blog back in 2007, I was just mad about shoes. After months of battling with baby weight I finally shifted the last pound and acquired a desire to be uber feminine.
I've always been a jeans and flip flops girl (I still am), but after weeks of feeling anything but feminine, my confident side bet my shy side I couldn't wear a pair of spectacular heels.
I was editing the novel at the time, and Lily, the main female character, a beautiful glamorous woman who wore heels with such panache and grace convinced my shy side to take on my confident side and won. This resulted in a year long reign until I happily reverted back to flats, bringing me to the featured photographs.
These are my first pair of French Sole ballet pumps.
I first stumbled upon these when I was 24 - 11 years later and they're mine and last night they had their first outing in a rather lovely restaurant for Big Fella's bithday, where I ate Swedish vodka risotto with fennel and parmesan and drank Champagne.
Anyway, shoes...yes, still a very bad thing to get in to.
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