100 shoes in 100 days – Page 10

Day 4

Work conference Thursday-Saturday. Must pack light, must be versatile. This is the exact kind of occasion that would normally call for one pair of sneakers for daytime and some kind of evening shoe. Which would be good except we are having an indoor beach party. I.e shoes extremely superfluous. Some serious planning needed in order to ensure compliance of challenge. I predict a lot of sensible footwear over the coming days.

Today seems easy enough as most of the day will be spent working. Brown horse-bit ballerinas from LK Bennet on the Kings Road in London.

If I got a pound for every time I walked up and down the Kings Road… I’d probably be able to buy a new pair of shoes!

Day 3

These boots should have come with a warning. I bought them as a reward/coping mechanism during a ridiculously hectic period last spring in the middle of producing BBVA’s annual report. Rizzo on Kungsgatan saw me in the store for approximately 7.5 minutes as I grabbed, paid and ran back to the office.

Attractive as they are, they don’t have a rubber sole but rather some sort of hard plastic which makes them less than ideal in Swedish weather. The first time I wore them I took a spectacular fall on the laminate floor of the office with computer, coffee and phone flying in every direction. My right knee got so banged up I had trouble walking at all for days and in heels for weeks. And then I proceeded to do the exact same thing, falling on the same knee few months later. Fellow Comprendians, look out for me in the office today!

P.S. Maybe I should get them resoled today?

Day 2

Looking back 10 years or so ago, when most of my footwear purchases were made, I used to lay out my clothes including all accessories every evening before I went to bed.

This is something my mother taught me as a child to minimise morning angst and it really helps. And then life happened and somehow between packing for field trips and reading bed time stories and cleaning up micro sized Lego bricks; I forgot. And stopped making the most of my wardrobe. Last night two boys fell asleep in my bed so wardrobe planning was off again.

Morning stress aside. These corn flower blue pumps from Scorah Patullo add some much welcome colour. Bought at a warehouse sample sale off Brick Lane in London on a sneaky long lunch (sorry Capita). Wonder why I haven’t worn them in years?!?

Day 1 – part 2

Now the challenge really starts. Kids disposed of and getting ready to start the grown-up part of my day. Arrive at client in Solna in nude stacked-heel Cole Haan by Nike Air.

I picked these up on my first solo trip back to New York after moving to Stockholm in 2012. Empty suitcase on the way there, not so empty on the way back…

LITERALLY the most comfortable heels I have ever owned.

Day 1 – part 1

School run with quick stop at dentist to check child #1´s teeth haven´t been permanently damaged after close encounter with a football some months ago. Sensible Tory Burch ballet flats work with everything, everywhere.

Note to self – next time make sure backdrop isn´t garage door and rubble…

A womans right to shoes

I can still remember the layout of the shoe store my mother took me to when I was a child. A metal swing hung by chains from the ceiling in a corner, a brilliant marketing trick which gave the impression of being taken to the park rather than a showcase of the dullest, brownest sensible school shoes imaginable.

I had exceptionally short and wide feet so the patent leather princess

shoes my classmates wore were never an option. Also I played more football than I played with dolls so sturdy was doubtlessly the best way to go. But still a part of me yearned for shiny. I wonder if that laid the

foundation for my love of heels, flats and boots.

Here they are and I love them ALL. Virtually every pair holds a story and every pair is special. I will not appologize, I will not be ashamed and I will never stop loving shoes.