The tagline reads “your feet look gorgeous” and as you peruse the aisles of shoes you think to yourself that actually your feet would look gorgeous encased in those little wedges, or the stiletto heels with the big bow on the front, or the kitten heels hat match your handbag.
I know that I’m not very good at being a girl, or wearing shoes, but this statement is a lie.
My history with New Look shoes have always been the same. I purchase a pair, I totter round the flat in them marvelling at home long my legs look, how toned and tanned they seem and how beautiful I feel in my fantastic new shoes, and then when I go out, I whinge in about ten minutes that my feet are killing me.
(oooh, Prostitute shoes, how delightful!)
So I have just taken my shoes off, and I can assure you that they certainly do not look gorgeous. They are bright red and look like they have been bitten by a snare, yet on this occasion the shoes sit there smirking at me, looking gorgeous and pretty, tempting my feet to put them back on again.
The last incident was a pretty black pair of heels with a massive silky bow on the back. I managed to wear them for a whole day at my dad’s wedding (although copious amounts of pimms may have numbed me to the pain of the crippling shoes) but when I wore them a second time, after my sister declaring they were the most comfy shoes EVER I ended up walking like I had a deformity and swapping for the cunning pair of flip flops I had squirreled away in my handbag. Screw you shoes!!
(Disclaimer, these are NOT my feet!)
So no, I might not look like the most glamorous girl in all the land, but at least when I am an old crone I won’t have feet like barnacles. And for this I am thankful.