Still on the theme of Christmas, (standard), last night I headed to the boutique to meet everyone at work for our festive night out; the 'works do'. I arrive to find everyone had grown a good 5 inches and it seemed i was the midget on a giants night out. A quick rush to Topshop to pick up some cheap heels, to replace the flats i initially planned on wearing with my cute vintage dress and sweet oversized velvet bow hair pin, was in order.
Straight to the shoes, no time for distractions. Grabbed afew possibilities and rushed to the assistant to get me some size threes, ''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.
''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.
''Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.
'Oh and the black Christopher Kanes too please''.
£65.00 later and a world of pain, the request echoed in my mind with regret.
But they are so beautiful.
Walking along the bricked pavements of Carnaby Street was more than a chore-more like a near death experience infact, the thick rubber trainer-esq platform at the ball and toe of the shoes are bouncy and soft, a horrible contrast to the deadly spike of a 7inch heel; my feet were in a complete state of confusion. There's also a lack of support for the back of the ankle and the heel compared to the weight of the shoe at the front, which one day I assure you will lead to the snapping of my leg- DEATH BY KANE. (and leave me in need of a kane, lulz..)
All disfunctional attributes aside however, I am in love with my Christophers- an instant solution to dress up any outfit and stand out with a statement pair. Regardless of death penalty. But may this be a warning to those refusing to put head over heart, and invest in a pair of this seasons most adored designer, a definate case of NO PAIN NO GAIN.
