So, if you see me at the Manchester Blog Awards, or maybe in the basement at Beepfest, or perhaps a bit later on in the month at the Dukes Theatre, Lancaster, you might be tempted to ask why I’m walking a little bit funny.
These beautiful party shoes are the reason why.
I’ve been practising in the house. I’ve learned to stay close to the wall and swear a lot. I’ve learned that my four year old is better at walking in these things than me. They are the sort of shoes that are a punishment and a treat all in one.
I’ve learned that you can’t run away, or drive, or kick things while wearing them.
These are probably the reasons why boys like seeing girls in punishment shoes like this.