I like talking about the weather as much as the next person, but when it comes to shoes, you really have to think about it. I’m looking ahead to the summer, trying to decide which styles might work best for us and I realised that I probably need to take heed of a long term forecast. There is very little point in ordering in loads of strappy sandals with open toes if we’re going to get rained on all summer, but on the flip side I don’t want to try selling autumnal shoes in the heavy heat of august, if we do get some sun. So I was wondering if brogues were the way forward. Namely, these.
Obviously they are neither eye popping colours nor sophisticated heels, but I wonder if they might stand the test of a British summer quite well. I live in jeans, so its easy for me to imagine them paired with some boyfriend cut light denim, but would I wear them with a skirt? Flat shoes and skirts are always a problem for me, due to my skinny ankles and large feet partnering up to look a little like I’m off to the slopes on my size 10 skis. But do these have enough detail on them to balance that out?
Anyway, I know as Brits, we joke about our obsession with the weather but when you consider how much of an impact it has on our daily lives, its not altogether surprising. I’ll consult someone Micheal Fishlike and if I get some good news about our forthcoming summer, I will let you know. If you see lots of autumn like shoes on my site, you’ll know we’re in for a wet one. Fingers crossed…..
I went for a run yesterday, forcing myself out into the cold winter morning and leaving my warm house and slightly annoying family behind (only the kids were slightly annoying, my husband was just resigned to the irritation which I suppose made that slightly irritating in itself.)
I tied up my trainers and put my head down and as usual my mind began to wonderfully wander, as running seems to enable it to do.
My trainers are too wide for me and frankly, quite ugly but up to yesterday it hadn’t actually bothered me. It was only when I saw three other women jog serenely past me, ponytails swinging happily, neat and really quite attractive trainers daintily threading their way through the mud and shit of the south London park, that I realised yet again my sense of style was being threatened by my footwear. Obviously you don’t go running with fashion in mind, but there’s no harm in your clothes and shoes looking good, especially when I know the rest of me will be a bright red sweaty mess at the end of it. I can’t buy womens trainers because they stop at size 8. So I am left having to buy mens, too wide, brash trainers and just making do. I suppose I could buy innersoles to make them fit a little better, but its yet another thing that convinces me that things have to change. I know I could probably buy some cool Nikes’ who probably do uni-sex styles, but as I only wear my trainers for running in that seems like a waste of time & money.
At the moment I am living in wonderfully warm but utterly un-sexy Ugg like but not Ugg boots. I have to say, I really don’t like Uggs – I think they make almost anyone who wears them sloppy – but in these cold days even I will make an exception.
Sorry, I digress. I’m going to be buying new trainers soon – maybe I’ll head in to Nike, see whats on offer. And then I’ll go and buy some cheaper mens ones and just moan about it a little bit to my long suffering husband. Maybe he should be the one going for a run……