Karaoke Shoes

I’m going out tonight.


As in, really out. Not just to put the rubbish in the dustbin at the end of the garden. I’ll be in a proper pub with proper adults and proper alcohol and everything. And I can’t wait.

The thing is, this time a year ago I was one of those women. The naive pregnant ones who think everything will return to just the way it was before they were “with child”. “Yeah yeah, I’ll breastfeed – but my baby will take a bottle too,” was one of my favourite mantras. And “As soon as this baby’s out I’ll find time to go out dancing every now and then.”

As if.

Dancing was the last thing on my mind after pushing what felt like a melon through a hole the size of a needle. Granted, it may not be the size of a needle anymore, but that’s what it felt like at the time. And then Frog balked at the sight of any kind of latex, preferring her milk direct from the source.

So dancing and pubs have pretty much taken a back seat over the past year.

Meaning I’ve been mainly wearing these:

In typical over-enthusiastic, I-hardly-ever-go-out-anymore fashion, I will be donning a pair of heels for tonight’s adventures. This is partly because in my head, they give the illusion of turning a 5ft 4″ woman with wobbly thighs into a 5ft 8″ long-legged beauty, and partly because I feel they’ve become rather lonely gathering dust at the back of my wardrobe.

Ah, hello friends:

I have absolutely no doubt I’ll fall over at some point during the evening. It has happened many times before. I also have absolutely no doubt I’ll end up singing at some point, a habit I have been known to do when consuming alcohol in the past.

If the singing starts, it’ll be probably be this little number. It’s a karaoke favourite, which I’ve belted out while standing on a chair in the middle of a pub on, you guessed it, more than one occasion:

So, Emma, Jane and Alice – this is what you’ve let yourself in for this evening. Please don’t stand me up, I’m relying on backing singers for my Bonnie rendition and someone to help me walk in these bloody ridiculous shoes.

This post was born from a tag at Mummy Mummy Mum. Well, two actually, asking me to reveal a) my choice in karaoke song and b) my shoes. So here they are. Now I tag Alice at My Life, My Son, My Way, because I reckon she has good taste in karaoke – and some cracking pairs of shoes.



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17 responses to “Karaoke Shoes

  1. mummymummymum

    Brilliant song choice! and great shoes. I’ll be checking out your feet tonight. xx

  2. NO WAY… Said in a TOWIE way… This is actually the song i sing on Karaoke… I feel a battle on the cards lol!!

  3. I was just sorting out my wardrobe and found all my heels actually covered in dust and wondered if I will ever get the chance to wear them again and if I do whether I will still be able to walk in them. Hmmm doubtful! My LO also prefers her milk direct from the source! Have fun 🙂 x

  4. enjoy it. I had to go to a hen party in newbury two weekends ago. That was an eye opener. Didn’t realise things stayed open after 9pm. Who knew?

  5. Ghislaine Forbes

    Don’t forget what I have always told you – “You don’t need alcohol to have fun!”
    Any way, have fun & don’t fall over. You will look very silly in an elegant wedding dress & a plaster cast on your leg/arm/foot.
    Love ma x

  6. This entry reminds me of something one of my 9th grade teachers said on the only day I recall her wearing heels: “It doesn’t matter what you look like. It doesn’t matter if you hate Barbie. In heels, YOU ARE SEXY. It doesn’t need to make sense.” 😀

  7. Jane Clarke

    Ditto to mummy. However I’m envious I’ve always wanted to belt out this song it is one of my all time favourite songs.I’ve never been drunk enough, I would need to be drunk to do any Karaoki.

  8. clarekirkpatrick

    Ooh, have a lovely night out! First big night out after having a baby is very special, and very cheap, too, as you get v. drunk on your first drink 😀

  9. I saw your Tweets earlier. It was obviously a great night – hope you haven’t suffered too much today!x

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