Help! - I think I'm turning into Imelda Marcos

I just had to buy them... well... actually... more like a wish come true!

I was keeping an ever watchful eye on the stores for some new ankle boots, my favourites are starting to fray at the edges a little. I had seen these in Peacocks on one of my many trips the 2nd Capital, but they never had them in my size. It was starting to look like I would have to order them online - until the other day when I just had to pay them a visit again; and there they were, size 8 and calling out to me!

... of course it gave the girl behind the counter somthing to have a little giggle about when I went to pay!

On another notable point or two from this week :-

• Sunday was my 2nd anniversary of when I came out to Mrs Kate - I spent the day recovering from the 'night-before';
• Today I weighed in at 171 lbs - 3 lbs more to go before I hit my next target. I didn't mention I already past my last target because I got so much stick off she-who-must-remain-nameless when I went on a bit about it; todays weigh-in means I've lost exactly 1.5 stone (21 lbs) since the begining of June.
• Had the worst blisters on my feet ever - all from those flaties (see my last blog entry); about 5 days before they stopped hurting and no sympathy from Mrs Kate. I think I'll stick to killer heels...... we were made for each other!

Revenge of the Flaties

You would think they would be grateful for a release from the wardrobe, but no!... these, my 2nd pair of shoes that I ever bought turned nasty on me, giving me two large blisters and rubbing the skin off one of my little toes. And it was their second outing ever too; the first time out a couple of weeks ago they were Ok but perhaps they didn't take too kindly to being stood on by some girl in Naps whilst we were dancing.

Mind you, I didn't take too kindly to being stood on, it really really hurt. The evidence came out a couple of days later, a big square heel shape bruise on my big toe. And the girl never apologised or anything - I hate that... but Dianas daughter managed to get an elbow in for me!.

But why did these innocent looking shoes bite back?.... well it might be due to the fact that I've had them for a little over 2 years and as they felt all weird and tight I never actually wore them. I've had them in a pair of shoe stretchers for 6 months..... ugh oh!.... that's what it is! they didn't take too kindly to that and got their revenge whilst I was dong some mad dancing with Karen in Naps on Saturday.

But on the upside... Saturday was brilliant! Met Karen early afternoon and did a bit of shopping. Bought a smaller pair of jeans (down to size 14 now!) and a long knitted top - something warm for the winter. I couldn't decide between the green or the blue top; green won out in the end as I have quite a lot of blue in my wardrobe! There weren't any size 16's left, only 14's and 18's. As the top is quite baggy, I thought I would risk a 14.... which as it turned out was a perfect fit. Good job I didn't go for the 18, I might have once been that size and 16 is a safer bet, but since I lost a little weight (Ok I've lost a lot!) I might be more of a straight up-down 14 with a reasonable waistline in the middle now!.


Thanks Karen - I had a brilliant time.

Parachute not included

Having experienced a rather ungodly hour to set off early for a meeting in Birmingham, I just felt I needed to treat myself to a new pair of shoes.

I was actually looking for some red or blue ankle boots to go with my new outfit when these delightful little pair caught my eye. The little silver round thing next to heel in the right of the picture is actually a 20 pence piece; these little babies have 5.5 inch heels!

They were just perfect for the Halloween evening and even allowed me to attempt some participation in the unofficial tallest trannie competition that so often takes place in Naps (sorry no contest, I didn't even make the first round).

Halloween in the Village

Plenty of weird outfits and I distinctly felt under-dressed and 'normal' - or should that be 'different' since 'normal' no longer has a definition and has been sent to it's closet. We were all dressed as 'ourselves' and everyone else was weird for a change... no sorry... this is way too confusing, a bit like trying to describe wierd as normal and as a result of being different, being normal itself becomes ... erm... weird. I'm confused are you confused too? ....

Well, Eden was fairly nice, but we dared to venture into Spirit where the music was just too damn loud (I still couldn't hear properly 24 hours later). I can usually 'do' loud music... but this just gave me a headache; the bass level was just short of brain damage level.

We went to Naps - just Mrs Kate and I (the others promised to follow-on shortly), some where it would be a little quieter and perhaps better music. Music was not brilliant and I did find it a little bizarre standing down stairs talking to a couple of gay guys whilst Duran Durans 'Wild Boys' music video was droning on in the background. Mrs Kate expressed her sentiments and to this end with a 'shall we go home'.... well I wanted to carry on dancing, but the crap music and the dancing zombies was a bit ... well... too weird.

As for the shoes... I surprised myself, I managed the whole evening without any pain (well... ok... perhaps just a tiny, teeny bit).... and the only scary bit was negotiating the sloping pavements over the canal... in those heels it felt like I was about to do an 'Eddie the Eagle' and try out for 'Ski Sunday'!