An ode to the hot pink mama shoes...

Dear Hot Pink Mama Shoes,

You know I love you. I loved you the moment I saw you, I just knew you had to be mine.

So why do you keep insisting on embarrassing me whenever I wear you?

Take the other day for example, minding my own business, tottering around on you out shopping together, when you gave way and sent me tumbling (not for the first time)...

And then the other evening when I took you for a night out with the girls, most shoes would have been grateful for an outing like that, not you, no, not you, as soon as we entered the slightly rough pub in Bury St Edmunds Town Centre (yeah, I hang out in all the classiest places me) you tipped me over, I landed on my knees at the bar. People were laughing Shoes... did you not see? All I could do was tell them "I always come in here like that". I defended you, I blamed the hidden step. I could tell you blamed the couple of shandies I'd had in the previous pub.

Whilst you know I don't like to have favourites, put it this way, if the house was burning down, I would potentially grab you (oh, and one of the kids if I had room in my arms), so I think the least you could do is show me a little love back.

You are making me consider the perils that lay before me if I even dare to venture out with you. And that's not good for either of us.

So, give me a break shoes, let's get back to the old love we once shared and I will cherish you forever more.

Yours 'hoping to stay upright a bit more',

I need to STOP falling over...

Today I bought these zebra print flats.

I don't own many pairs of flats, mainly because I'm quite short and I am just a heel type of gal.

But lately there has been a problem… I seem to have lost my centre of gravity. I can't stop falling over!

My most recent tumble was last tuesday on my son's 2nd birthday, on our way into the Sea Life Centre. My other half had walked ahead with our son, and when he turned around to see where I'd got to, there I was dusting myself off on the floor looking up at him.

"What ARE you doing?" he asked
"Oh, just thought I saw something on the floor" I mumbled, hoping he'd accept that explanation as part of my normal weird behaviour.

Phew, got away with it I thought, (he had mentioned earlier that the 4 inch heels were maybe not suitable for the day) and I really didn't want to hear 'told you so'. I thought I'd got away with it until I turned around and saw a queue of school children just behind me... they were not actually laughing just looking a little horrified, I silently gestured towards my shoes and shrugged.

So with these gorgeous flats, surely even I can't fall over. Although I wouldn't hold your breath!

Oh, and in the interest of the flat/heel debate, I also am considering (just considering!) these zebra print heels too, £12 in the Sale at New Look, well it would be rude not to!
Total spent today: Flats £7 from New Look (in the SALE!)

*The name "zebra" comes from the Old Portuguese word zevra which means "wild ass". The pronunciation is /ˈzɛbrə/ ZEB-rə internationally, or /ˈziːbrə/ ZEE-brə in North America.