So, a night out was planned for Saturday and I was debating what to wear for most of the day. I took my little girl shopping but was drawn not only to my clothes shop but to the shoe section, obviously attracted by the huge 'SALE' signs. I was sick and tired of wearing the same old flat shoes or the scuffed up, small heeled shoes, to play it 'safe'. I wandered around for about half an hour, trying random shoes on, whilst leah lay miserably, almost asleep, on the seats. She did once come over with a platform shoe fixed over her sandal saying 'Look mammy!'. Embarrassed at the stretched shoe over her foot, I quickly told her that she was not supposed to try them on, as people had to buy that shoe, which was now very mis-shapen! It went back on the shelf, hidden behind the others!
I eventually spotted a pair. Nice Heel...check. Neutral colour...check. Pretty...check. Not too expensive....erm half a check. I 'hmmmeed' and 'ahh'd' for a while, tried them on twice. Tried them on again with the sole cushions, which were being promoted by the lovely assistant, who kept reminding me how lovely they looked. She hovered around me like a fly, which just makes me uncomfortable..... Ok....SOLD.
So, I felt happy with them, tried them on round the house (like u do) had a few drinks before I went out, but by 11pm the inevitable happened...THE SHOES CAME OFF. My poor feet ached, my calf muscles were tight, the promoted sole cushions had failed, the sole of my feet was raw and ached and my heel were nicely marked with red raw blisters. Yep, maybe the flat black favourites would have been a better option?? So there I stood, between sticky beer spills and broken glass. i did get a foot massage by a random boy (god help him, hope he washed his hands afterwards) but for the remainder of the night, the shoes came off quite frequently, only being put back on when a bouncer noticed me dancing shoeless.
Anyways, point being, why do us girls do these things for fashion? For example...Plucking our eyebrows, result...pain and teary eyes but nice thin eyebrows (what are eyebrows for anyway? haha), waxing...need I say anymore? Sunbathing... for that sunkissed tan, but 'forgetting', or just being plain stupid, with the sunscreen resulting in 2nd degree, painful burns or hideous peeling skin with strap marks, or worst case scenario, skin cancer....ahem. Corsets or just tight clothing...which result in us being unable to breath properly and ACHING ribs....Exercising, until you almost pass out, vomit or both and muscles you have never used before rebel and hurt for days on end....and don't get me back onto the shoes....need I go on?
I've been debating getting a tattoo for a while now. I knew I wanted Leah's name on my wrist but wasn't sure exactly what I wanted. I went shopping today to buy Leah's school shoes and coat and happened to pass the tattoo artists. I mentioned it to my mom who said why didn't I get it done? So...I went for it. I debated the font, layout n butterfly position for a while until I was happy. It totally wasn't as sore as I was imagining either, which is good. I think I was more nervous beforehand. The guy was cute and kept dropping everything and mom had noticed how he couldn't look me in the eye...hehe. He only charged £30 too, which is reallllyyy good!
