WWFW - Excuse me while I kiss the Sky

These days I spend most of my life with my head in the cumulonimbus clouds but my feet firmly on the ground.  Yep.  With the advent of kids, heels, like time, are a thing of the past.  They are dangerous for starters.  When I last donned a pair of suede pointy courts, the kind you might find in a Hitchcock remake, I had eggs thrown at me.  The local riffraff don’t like anyone to step out of their white Reebok line.  For the brief few hours this year where I dressed as myself rather than mum, the nitwits perceived me as a lady who shops then drops into a bed of roses rather than a woman who mops, desperately balanced on the edge of reason.   

Thankfully, I can and do dream (I always did excel at reverie) and these are my ticket to a big old fashioned snog with some little fluffy clouds

So delicious I want to lick them.  Even if they picked up some Staffie gold on their outing.  Nicolas Kirkwood, £1,125

 Perfect for kicking imbeciles up the behind.  Pierre Hardy, £815

Camouflage for the urban jungle.  Nobody would spot me in these.  Brian Atwood, £525

I would put my foot in it as often as I could.  Yves Saint Laurent, £630

Not even Usain Bolt could catch me up in these run-for-it shoes.  Stella(r) McCartney, £465

So high they won't even see me.  Christian Louboutin, £635

All at www.net-a-porter.com.  I'm obsessed. I need to get a job with nap!