OK. Confession time. I have spent all winter in flat footwear – specifically these Fitflop boots. My feet have barely seen daylight since last August and it is definitely time to spruce them up in anticipation of much posing in swanky Cardiff bars and intimate dinners for two at some of our restaurant hot spots. (You can read our restaurant reviews here).
What is more likely, of course, is that I will be visiting our usual haunt of Pizza Express, followed by a spin on the carousel and a bit of a sit down on the comfy seats in the Millennium Centre whilst Ieuan runs amok in the children’s area (Millipwts) and Caitlin coerces me into the gift shop.
It’s a source of constant disappointment to the Husband that I don’t saunter everywhere in high heels since I unwisely told him I wore them all the time in my days as a wage slave in Legal Services. I was going to say “when I worked” but I don’t feel I’ve stopped working since I gave birth. On one occasion I was late for an interview in Bristol and actually ran from Bristol Temple Meads Station to the city centre wearing stilettos. This is clearly, in the Husband’s mind, the sign of a “real woman”.
Then there’s the matter of the school run. There are mums in our playground bravely wearing heels but they are few and far between. Other mums wear their running trainers, some wear flipflops and others are welded into their comfy boots. These days, I can’t bear to compromise between style and comfort – and I need a pair of summer shoes I can actually run after Ieuan in.
Ieuan currently runs everywhere, barely pausing for breath and so the Husband has no choice but to sprint after him, with Caitlin and I bringing up the rear. Caitlin, though, is feeling left out. “Mum”, she said to me last week in an accusing tone, “you don’t run, do you?”. Then, more alarmingly, “I know, why don’t the two of us go out for a run one morning”. I’m currently avoiding this by claiming I can’t run “because my glasses may fall off” but I don’t think I’m going to get away with it much longer.
We must be a very odd sight in the mornings resembling some sort of family obstacle race with much lolloping, ambling and flat-out running. Needless to say, all the other parents and their kids tend to walk sedately together, holding hands and making barely a sound. Ieuan stands at the traffic lights bellowing “oh come ON lights, the girls are catching up”.
So, I think a good pedicure is in order and then some shopping for sandals. I’m tempted by the lightweight comfort offered by Skechers Go Walk range. Not least because I can tell Caitlin they’re only designed for walking and I’m sure she’d approve of the hot pink ones. And if the Husband starts nagging, I’ll tell him he can buy his own heels. Grayson Perry never seems to have any problem, does he?
Do you live in your ‘old favourite’ shoes or do you like to treat your feet with different pairs? Do you now live in flat footwear too?