New Shoes?

The only thing more exciting than buying new designer shoes is buying several pairs of designer shoes on sale.

The Harrods footwear silent sale was especially good this time around and I ended up with three pairs of exceptional bargains. The first was a pair of Kurt Geiger Miu-Miu-esque, clog-like platforms made from the softest tan leather imaginable. The second pair were by KG; a strappy, metallic gold orgasm of a high-heeled sandal marked down from over £100 to a single digit figure: £8. My third (and arguably) best purchase was a pair of Gina leopard print leather courts reduced from around £400 to just £59.

My friends Stacie and Claudia did very well too, each bagging a pair or two of YSL boots for around £70.

To Sell or Not to Sell?

I have a pair of Gina's Floyd heels (for a picture of them, follow this link: http://www.gina.com/client/theshop/productsview1.aspx?search=1&categoryid=0&searchspecialoffer=1&productname=floyd&colorid=0&heelheight=0) and by goodness I love them. They are glamorous, they are beautiful and I adore looking at them. I take them out of their golden satin dustbag sometimes. I hide them at house parties. Occasionally I'll catch a glimpse of their black and silver coffin out of the corner of my eye and smile quietly to myself, smug in the knowledge that, despite all subconscious pleas to the contrary, I bought them and they are nobodys buy mine. One thing I don't do very much though, is actually wear them. This seems, even to me (their honorable keeper), more than faintly ridiculous. It's just that they actually seem too lovely to be worn outside of my house. So far I have done so only once, when I went to the Mulberry party last London Fashion Week. Every other time I have been tempted, I have been simultaneously concerned: what if it rained and they got wet? What if someone stepped on my toe? What if I killed them? Every time I have simply stroked the Floyds lovingly and returned them to their rightful home.

I'm 24 now and feel it might be time to face reality a bit more squarely in the face: I am not somebody who is wealthy enough to wear such a shoe. If I could get a taxi/limo to parties, then fine. I would wear away with wild abandon but, as it goes, it's tubes, trains and buses a-go-go at the mo-mo. What to do? I'd love to go on holiday but can't as keep spending my hard-earned pennies on frivolous things such as Floyd. Should I E-bay and head for the sun? Should I continue living the dream, desperately hoping that someone will eventually send a fantastically glossy car to get me from A to B?

I need to wear these shoes but my own damn guilt won't let me! They weren't even that expensive - £215 marked down from £430 (I also go a little discount on top of this, I'm not at liberty to explain why). Victoria Beckham can buy shoes like this whenever she wants so WHY CAN'T I?! I think (through this therapeutic tirade) I have managed to answer my own question. I will set up a Pay Pal account tomorrow. Probably...

Also, can I honestly, regret-free sell my black Chloé Paddington (see photo below)? I love it a bit less now, finding the padlock cumbersome at best and, apparently (according to Grazia), they're fetching quite the price at the moment (as they can no longer be purchased from Chloé). Answers on a postcard/comment box - please readers, talk some sense into me!