Procrastinating big time today. I have a presentation to work on for a client (I feel so grown up using that word... it never sounds right. What is wrong with me?!), but instead I'm futzing around making cups of tea and flicking through shuffle on my iTunes to find songs I can bop to.
"Ants in your pants" my granny would say. If it wasn't so bloody cold and miserable outside I'd take Kitty Lucy for a spin. But because it's only 12°C outside I'm staying put. Brrrrr. I've yet to turn the central heating on though, for which I am most proud. Keep that gas bill down.
Anyway. I've been following The Stiletto Diaries for a while now and today I was reminded of a post of hers from late May, which contained a link to a website which I've fallen in love with.
It's THIS.
Just to clarify, I'm not in love with the website. I'm in love with the products featured on it.
Handmade shoes.
HEAVEN.
Times like this I wish I still lived in the UK so I could pay Hetty Rose a visit. To actually have a pair of pretty handmade shoes to properly accommodate all the lumps and bumps of my feet, yet still look amazing on a night out on the town, would be heaven.
You see, I have very odd shaped feet... twisted into oddity by years of dancing in poorly fitting toe shoes (point 6), not to mention an unhealthy predisposition in my early 20s to sky-high stilettos, which saw me tottering all over the cobblestone streets of London putting my feet through all manner of torture.
I'll admit, I haven't been very kind to my feet over the years. Now, in return, they are turning into painful old-lady feet, making it torture for me to wear any of my beautiful stilettos which are sitting in their boxes atop my wardrobe.
If I was a sensible creature, which let's face it, I am most certainly NOT, I could probably give them away, or sell them on eBay. However I'm determined that one day I may be able to wear them again, so atop my wardrobe they will stay for the time being.
Anyway. That's not the point. The point is Hetty Rose and her amazing handmade shoes. I want me some. Please.
I wonder if there is a similar service in Melbourne? I'll put that on the list to Google.
It also reminded me of the girl I once met at a party in London who was shoe designer. She kept me vastly entertained with the story of how she was commissioned by Nick Rhodes to make him some purple snakeskin boots. Apparently he answered the door in a shell suit and full make-up, causing her to do a bit of a comedic double take. Wouldn't you have loved to be a fly on the wall at that introduction?
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