My week of hell in flat shoes
Flats are having a style moment. London - Last week, I met up with an old boyfriend. We’ve both moved on and there’s as much spark left between us as a soggy box of matches.
I had arrived early at our chosen restaurant, so was seated when he arrived. Then, as I stood up to kiss him, the cad didn’t even attempt to conceal the shock in his eyes.
When we were together, he thought I was lovely. Now he looked at me as though I was Frodo’s mom: a short, portly hobbit with weird feet.
And that’s exactly how I felt. I hadn’t gained weight, or lost height; I’d simply ditched my usual skycraper heels for flat shoes.
Me, the queen of vertiginous Jimmy Choos, the woman who has been known to moan ‘Manolo’ in her sleep, had decided to give up her high heels for a week.... Read the full, comprehensive news article and discuss at The Independent on Saturday