Shameless self marketing

Although if its about a company, its not self marketing is it? It doesn’t come particularly easy, this promotion of my goods, tweeting people and asking them to re-tweet (especially if they don’t, as happened yesterday, but then being supermodel, I expect Erin O’Connor is very busy and anyway, she must get asked to do that all the time, so I’m over it) and talking endlessly about the shoes I’m selling to practically anyone who will listen.

In case anyone is interested (and thinking that they like the shoes but they’re not prepared to spend that kind of money on them) I’m going to be doing flash sales on Tuesdays – the reason being I can call them Ruby Shoesdays! Clever huh. (as in the Rolling stones tune, Ruby Tuesday.. it rhymes see… ok, whatever). Does it make any difference that Ruby was actually born on a Tuesday?

Anyway, expect to see quite nice reductions on my RubyShoesdays… in the meantime, here are the links again to my eBay pages, where you can buy the shoes – save them to your browser for Tuesdays!

The gorgeous smoking slipper in rust & leopard, sizes 10 & 11

and the ultimate party shoe, with a cone heel & studs included, sizes 9 & 10

as ever, thanks for reading.

Running shoes

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……