Summer always worries my feet. They hate flip flops, gladiator sandals and anything made of that jelly-plastic material that they used to be encased in on the beach. When I was six. They like structure, height and a good platform. Nothing insubstantial and weak. Thank god, therefore, for Kurt Geiger, where aside from a couple of brogue-related blips, a nice, chunky platform is celebrated. 'Don't worry' I reassured my snobby extremities, 'I won't forget what you want!' and I headed determinedly into the fray, tights and boots stubbornly still on despite the 22 degrees outside, to see if anything could prise me from my lace up, platform 'hiking' boots*. Immediately, the above pair of wedges caught our eye (my and my feet's). Lime green they may be, but for someone who wears black and varying shades there of, a bright colour below my ankles can rescue an otherwise wintry look. And look at the chunkiness! My instep has never been so pleased; it tried flip flops, but where's the fun in plodding like a penguin?
I have temporarily been placated about summer footwear. And will be purchasing these wedges as soon as I have recovered the funds that mysteriously found their way into the shape of some Topshop sandals last month. And you can bet your ass they had a platform and super super heel. My feet demanded it.
*hiking = hike to the shops, hike back from the shops.
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