As I have said before, being in your 40s is fabulous for so many reasons, not least of which is that it is ok to admit that comfort trumps fashion.
The fabulous monstrosity pictured above, is actually a pair of my shoes which I bought when I was in my late 30s/early 40s. Even then I wondered how I would walk in them and how my fives toes, plus bunion could possibly fit. But who cared? As long as I looked good, which I did!
Almost 7 or so years later, they are immaculate because I hardly wore them, I could not walk in the buggers even then, and now I have decided that it is time to get rid.
Every year or so when I have a clear out, I kid myself that I will wear them again some day, but finally, I am ready to admit, that will never happen.
I am relieved not to be part of the Instagram generation where how you look is everything, where you get likes for contorting your feet into shoes which were plainly designed by a man, for braving the elements in a dress made with barely enough material to cover your behind, in winter, without a coat (I remember it well).
Middle age has its advantages and finally being able to say, “fuck it, I’m wearing my flats and my coat”, is one of them. So it is then, that I have hired a stall on a well known London street, to sell all bar 2 of my heels, to make way for more practical foot wear. I feel certain that the 2 I have retained, will never be worn (not by me at any rate), but you never know, with my fumbling state of mind, anything is possible.
Embrace your pumps. Stay fab and 40s