Work shoes

I have several pairs of work shoes. They don't have steel toe-caps, rubber grip soles nor do they glow in the dark. They aren't specifically designed for being on your feet all day with soft linings or moulding to protect the feet. They aren't hard wearing and I wouldn't wear them for an interview.

No, these are special shoes for ladies. The kind with high heels and flimsy straps. They don't stay on very well and require practice to walk in them. They are extremely uncomfortable and I can only really them indoors when I don't plan on moving about too much (e.g. at work!)  - but darn they look good...

Pleasure with pain

I love shoes. I mean I'm female so it's hormonally programmed right?

BUT...

... the thing is... I often wonder if there's not some great conspiracy going on out there. I mean does anybody actually find high heels comfortable to walk in, let alone leap about on a dance floor in all night? Why oh why don't party dresses look just quite right with a comfortable pair of flats? Why don't shops sell shoes with kitten heels any more? Why do stilts just look so gorgeous? In fact, I think retailers have actually stopped selling shoes; they are instead peddling us sculptures intended merely for show rather than actually walking about in.

I might just put all my shoes on shelves and wear books on my feet instead. I am sure they would be more comfortable. In fact, if I did this and the whole trend caught on, I could sell half my collection - anybody want to buy a selection of left shoes (I have to keep the [w]right ones for obvious reasons).

As the Christmas party approaches I have to confess I think I've found a sneaky little solution. You see I'll turn up in the heels when everyone is still sober enough to care or remember what I'm wearing, then later on when the dancing really warms up and I need my feet for, well, supporting my body weight... I'll sneak to the cloakroom for a quick change into some ballet pumps. Shhh don't tell!

Most Irregular...

Where angels fear to tread is said to be a trait of the Aries lass and (as is the wont of star signs) I have often been able to apply it to yours truly. I don't like doing things by the book - particularly when it comes to work. That's what my clients like about me though - I do it differently. I raise eyebrows, capture attention and engage. I'm not always allowed a total free reign... sometimes I probably do go a little too far, but I'm on a mission to make corporate communications fun to read, stories to bring out and repeat round the fire on a cold night.

I've been wanting to write this post for a week or so - ever since my new boots arrived. I have a bit of thing about new boots - they just demand that kind of respect that requires an admiring blog post...A bit like these ones which I first fell in love with here.

They are from a brand I was not familiar with, but whose images of feet jewelled beauty is now etched onto my retina and Amazon wish list. They fit me rather well in more than the obvious sense! A brand after my own heart...

"Irregular Choice is known for maintaining creativity and individuality in a world of conformity. It is more than just the name of a brand. It's a state of mind, a way of being. A supply of something fresh and fun that maintains imagination and originality above all else."

One thing's for sure - I'm not afraid to tread anywhere with these fine specimens on my feet! I feel a very lasting relationship coming on and am currently lusting after these turquoise beauties... or would they be better in purple... Hmm decisions decisions... and check out the detailing on that heel... Ah.....

What I adore about these shoes is that designer Danny Sullivan is breaking all the rules. He's dressing feet like they deserve to be treated - for don't they work hard for us all day - should they not be decked in finery and made to feel a million dollars? All Irregular Choice footwear is unconventional, different from each other. Each designed shoe is a style statement in itself.

How could they have been off my radar for so long? It's a crime! Now, where's my credit card?