i want i want i want

I could go on.. You see, pictures like these, shoes like these, it just further fuels my addiction. 

I remember being young and parading around in my mothers high heels, with her telling me that one day I would be able to buy my own and wreck my feet and back. I thought they were amazing, feminine, stunning and when I wore them I felt grown up. Only ladies wore high heels.

The first pair of shoes, with a heel, that I owned, was when I was four years old. They were fluro pink and yellow and made of plastic. They came in a plastic wrapping and were given to me by 'Santa'. I was one fashionable kid.

Throughout my childhood I pestered my mother to buy me high heels. My mother, not being much of a shoe person, thought an eight year old wearing anything with a heel was ludicrous. It wasn't until I was nine, that I used my pocket money and bought my very first pair of High Heels.

Black chunky shiny satin platform heels (2 cm front platform and 8cm heels) with a buckle.

Looking back, it was possibly the most heinous shoe i've ever stumbled across. And here for your viewing pleasure, I present to you...Blehhhg

sinful. really.

Those shoes, luckily, only fit me for a matter of months.

Ahh the 90s.

Today, I am running out of room for my collection of shoes. I see them as not only a purchase.. but an investment. Scoff if you must, but for me.. shoes always make me feel good. It doesn't matter if i'm having a 'fat-day', I chuck on my favourite pair of suede ankle boots, or skyscraper heels, or latest addition to the family.. and for me.. it's a self-esteem booster.