It all started with a pair of Jimmy Choos - strappy, soft, sexy silver leather ... such a fabulously funny and personal story which only one of my best friends can share ... but will she?

But we all have at least one good shoe story to tell ... don't we?

September 29, 2010

Here's my story ...

Well, my mission is to find a pair of very smart navy blue shoes to go with the perfect outfit for a wedding ... navy blue shoes are hard to find and time is running out.  (Nothing is available to buy where I live and as it happens I have travel plans to fly to a bridge tournament, only trouble is I play so much bridge there is no time for shopping!)

At the end of the tournament I have 1 hour before closing time at Saks.  I rush in, start hunting for the shoe department and step onto an escalator only to hear a wolf whistle, which I ignore.  Then I hear 'beautiful lady, turn around' - which I do and realise it is a fellow bridge club member and someone I actually want to speak to on a bridge matter.  My escalator has only gone down a couple of steps ... and he is at the top ... what, do you think I can make it up an escalator travelling down??  I found out the hard way - the answer is NO!  Arse-over-tit down the escalator I go with my gallant friend galloping behind me to pick up the pieces.  At the bottom I try and collect myself, aware that hidden behind my trousers, blood is beginning to trickle down my leg and that my kneecap feels broken (it isn't).

No problem, keep calm and carry on, right?  So we have our conversation and I scuttle off in desperate search of shoes.  My mission.  I find a desolate shoe department with one very suave gentleman who was eager to assist.  "Mmmm.. navy blue, try these ..."  Have you ever had a Cinderella Shoe Moment?  One pair left and they fit like a glove.  Patent navy blue sling backs with 4 inch heels and ... a bright red sole!  They are perfect.    I want them.  With adrenalin pumping, knee really hurting, I am befuddled and bemused and wowed by my shoe find - so I hand over my credit card.  No questions.  Until the receipt is presented and I haven't bothered to get my glasses out:  "How much does that say?!"  Needless to say I gulped hard, signed it and hobbled back to my hotel room - ready to defend the indefensible to my husband!

Here is the black version.



I love these shoes, they are still perfect, and travelled home very carefully in my hand luggage!