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Shoe madness!

I suspect I am one of only a few women in the world who doesn't have a shoe fetish. I have shoes, probably more than I need, but that's only because I am a horder and don't throw them away when they really should be chucked. I like to think that I can get them re-heeled or what ever and keep on wearing them but rarely do. In use I have a pair of trainers, a pair of backless pale bue pumps, a pair of black boots. I did have some brown boots that I loved but have recently pulled hte heel off the right foot (oops - damed steep hills and ice! They were a bad choice that day)

So when last night I got a text message from my step mum asking if my wedding dress maker had told me to bring my wedding shoes on Sunday I was a little stunned.

  1. I haven't really thought about shoes yet
  2. I'm not going to wear them for anther 15 - 16 months
  3. No one will see them under the dress anyway
Now, I know that shoes were mentioned last time I was there... something about heel hight. I only really wear two kinds of heel; flat or 1 1/2 inch. So I guess I'll be pluming for the 1 1/2 inch heel, but the thought of actually already having the shoes came as a shock. So I texted Fay back and said "I hope not because I haven't got them" to which she responded "We'll buy some Sunday morning"

What the hell am I going to do with these shoes between now and then? I am the kind of person who will damage or loose them between now and the big day. I suppose I could totter round in them for a bit to break them in so I'm not in foot-agony on the big day... that makes sence I suppose, but I must remember not to go driving in them (a sure-fire way to ruin heels) or do the house work in them (Ack! Bleach!) or do any baking in them (that's how I ruined my slippers, covered in Doh!). I'm thinking about leaving them with my mother, who is a very tidy and organised person and will keep them safe and clean.

I do like to be prepeared well in advance for looking good. I'm the kind of girl who plans an outfit for a night out three days ahead so that I only need 20 mins to get ready to go out (which impresses my feller), but 16 month ahead planning for SHOES?

And for those of you who are starting to think that the wedding had completely puddled my brain and turned me into a "girl" instead of the happy and well balanced "tom boy" I have always been till now: When I got these texts from Fay I was with my feller round at Mark and Gemma's house playing Lord of the Rings Trivial Persuit..... which I won! Yay me!

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