Stilettos

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

I used to have a pair of red stilettos, plus matching ones in navy and black. I went everywhere in them.

I could walk for 20 minutes into my town centre, around town for four or five hours, then back home. Didn’t even have aching feet.

I loved those days – and those shoes.

Mother’s revenge

My mother, however, would mutter about how much better the shoes were in her youth. Her platforms had rainbow coloured heels. It was the worst kind of one-upmanship! Criticising my modern cool look!

I complained vociferously and she just smiled and said “you’ll see”. much as I hate to admit it, I do. I really do.

I barely buy clothes nowadays as they are so mind numbingly boring. A couple of years ago a friend and I went into Marks and Spencer, once a treasure trove of cutting edge fashion.

I kid you not, when George moved from Asda to Marks Per Una styles were stunning. Now you’ll be lucky to stay awake for more than ten seconds if you walk into the department.

My friend made me giggle when she said “Well, I can offer you beige, white, back, grey, and one or two items in a putrid shade of green.” There were denim jeans though, some in a putrid shade of green.

No matter where you go now the styles are broadly similar, the jumpers are horrible, and they’ve made many of the clothes square shaped so that more people can buy all the sizes. Plus the arms on jumpers are nearly as long as my legs!

Okay I’m exaggerating but only by about 6”. It’s also an exaggeration to say I’m an extra small, but I got lost trying to find my way in and out of a medium- sized sweatshirt, and a small one, the XS is a little big but quite acceptable.

However, the revenge that is a dish best served cold, is thoroughly exercised.

The clothes in my youth were superb quality, varied and interesting (but not as good as mum’s day). The shoes in my youth and early adulthood were stylish, varied, interesting, and superb quality (but not as good as her day). Every shop was different instead of everyone turning out the same styles.

What was better in my day than her day was the variety, as half the shops in her day had been bombed and life was still recovering until she hit her early 30s. By which time, fashionably speaking, things weren’t as good. 🤣

But on balance you win mum, and no matter what the youth of today think, I am right, as you’ll see in 20 years time – or sooner.

The term mother is always right has no sell by date, you can still hear their voices long after you lose them. Which is nice.

Best love

Amorah – Deb