Shoe of the Year!

Last week I didn’t blog at all because holiday. I took a real break from everything as I dugonged* with some readers on the beaches of Bali instead. And although I didn’t blog, that didn’t mean my brain also took a holiday. I just wrote copious notes about observations. So the next few weeks of posts should prove to be interesting.

But today, I want to talk about the tale of five pairs of shoes, and announce the WoogsWorld Shoe of the Year Award.

As the mum of two weed-like going kids, it never fails to amaze me about how frequently I am at the shoe shop. And as a shoe addict myself, it never fails to delight me when I go through my collection of trotter covers and re-discover shoes from the inner depths of my closet.

The first pair I would like to highlight is sure to divide the masses.

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As far as the fashionistas will tell you, everything about these shoes are wrong. They cover the much coveted “toe cleavage” PLUS they highlight my cankles with an ankle strap. And taking it to the next level as far as cankle amplification, there is also a tassel involved. I enjoy the colour combo of these shoes, but not the fact that it feels like there are dozens of flies trying to land on my feet when I walk along. (Thanks to said tassels) Thoughts?

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Now these gold desert boots were highly sought after by Jack, how had seen them on his mate Molly’s feet during the year. He would talk about them at length, and how much he coveted them. One day, I was at an outlet centre when I found them. He was overjoyed! He hasn’t worn them they though, as he doesn’t want to ruin them. So they are a display shoe at present. They are his “Christmas Shoe.” His whole Christmas Day outfit is planned around these desert boots. As far as the rest of the outfit? I would not use the words SUBTLE to describe it.

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Horatio, Horatio, Horatio….. Eleven years old in age and 11 in shoe size. What the actual fuck? I mean, I am a size 9 and look at that comparison!  He is about an inch shorter than me. I look at him and think… I MADE YOU IN MY GUTS. Hey, mummy blogger……

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I went in hard and early on my Christmas Festivus Annual Sandal selection. Another shoe that critics have confessed either their admiration for, or there pure unedited hatred for. Me? I like them but you have to become friends with this or face the prospect of looking like a shedding snake. And speaking of this, a review up on the blog soon. Flimsy, gold discy, suede sandals available from here.

And finally. How could we forget the hardest working, most cost per wear, most bashed up and most lost shoe of the year…… SHOE OF THE YEAR AWARDED TO….

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Well, it is ballet shoes number 4 for the year, but holy smokes these boys have seen some punishment. As you can tell, they were not in great shape and I loathed the thought at buying new ones, just for the last two weeks of dancing. So these scraped through on a wing and a prayer and a soak in Napisan and bits of clear sticky tape. I thought they might be the past pair that Jack ever needed, as he announced his retirement from Ballet recently, to focus on his gymnastics career. Then we watched Billy Elliot together for the first time ever a few weeks ago, and his teacher Miss Bonnie, asked him if he would like to learn a solo for next years eisteddfod circuit (hold me now) and all of a sudden…. JACK IS BACK!

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“OH YES I AM!”

So shoes hey. No big deal to some, a huge great deal to many. These are the story of just five pairs in our joint. But they all have their own history, including some whose journey unfortunately involved dog shit. But that is a story for another day.

Who wins SHOE OF THE YEAR at your joint?

Picture ploise.

*dugonging is the art of floating on a device in the ocean.