(See what we did there? Like the love child of ‘Got milk’ and ‘You’ve been tangoed’)
Laura Reynolds looks at the hype surrounding the collaboration.
Just a week to go until the man in red arrives...
I am a huge fan of the perfect party shoe, day shoe, classy evening shoe, down the pub shoe, safe in a nightclub shoe…
As a teenager I never really thought I had much of a shoe fetish (the buying fetish, of course), though when it came to packing for uni, I realised I had quite a few – quite a few lots, to be precise. And it got worse. I moved from New Look cheapies which gave me huge blisters and pinched my toes to Topshop mid-prices: £65 was my imposed limit (ha, limit, easy surpassable with typical girl reasoning). My favourite shoes in first year (and second year, and a little bit of third year) were a pair of glitter-covered darlings, shedding sparkles across nightclubs to my room in Alcuin.
This year, however, I do believe I have fallen in love. I had been lusting over a pair of KG by Kurt Geiger peep-toe beauties (they too were glittery, if you must know, with a black bow on the front in the fashion of the Miu Miu pumps, which I do quite guiltily fancy), and on the website I staggered across them. Navy blue, with a huge detachable full bow, and studded with little crystals – they were the prettiest shoes I think I’d seen ever, and I wanted them. Desperately. Of course £160 is a little bit out of a student’s budget; particularly this student’s, who last term was knowingly sucked into a La Senza loyalty card and ended up spending about two hundred pounds over the space of four weeks. Then again, it is bursary term!
This is the problem with the shoe, the pretty dress, the handbag (a housemate has just bought the Mulberry Alexa – I am in awe): they are things we don’t really need, yet they are the most fabulous things without which our lives would be a little duller. It always fills the soul of a girl with sheer joy at the thought of the beauteous item hanging in her wardrobe. Sure, depending on the article in question, it may put a sizeable dent in our bank balances, but it’s never going to break your heart or help you pile on the pounds or tell you a lie. But all the same, it is something of an addiction, just like all the others: smoking, drinking, Spider Solitaire (it’s hereditary).
I don’t need to have the blue shoes like a clear night sky; but they would look so pretty, sat on my floor or on my feet in a nice restaurant, and I’d be terribly regretful if I didn’t buy them, and it’s so very hard to coordinate an outfit when it would go so well with that pair in particular. Besides, a pair of £160 shoes is £160 less money to spend on alcohol – I’m practically doing myself a favour. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just off into town to try them on.
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