I’m a high-heeled girl. There is no escaping the fact that I feel more confident and (mostly) more comfortable in heels. My posture is better, I don’t slouch, my head is up straight and my shoulders are back. But every now and again, totally unexpectedly, I get this almighty urge to set my feet more firmly on the ground.
This morning was one of those times… I was late for the bus, it was beginning to rain and I had no umbrella. As the No. 16 sailed by me, I tottered along through the fast-forming puddles and decided once and for all that I shall invest in a fabulous pair of flat shoes. Had I been wearing them at that point, I could have skipped to the bus stop, jumped onto the bus and sat in the dry. Instead I tottered to the stop, missed the bus and ended up soggy, frizzy and ten minutes late.
Don’t get me wrong I do own flat shoes, but they serve purposes; like hiking boots for hiking, runners for ‘running’ and flip flops for all things beach and BBQ. None of these shoes will work with any of my day to day city outfits; but Brogues will!
Any of these pairs will do but the purple flock Browns ones, or the plain tan Schuh ones will do very nicely indeed thank you santa. (too early?). Both these pairs would go with everything; smart enough to wear with suits and city-wear but casual enough to rock them with jeans. I likey, nay I wanty.