Footsteps down memory lane, in my pretty shoes

It’s funny how something as mundane as a pair of shoes can evoke a memory in just the same way as a smell or a taste.

I’ve already blogged about the NLM’s slow-starter of a relationship with Frog. When she was tiny she was so reliant on me and my boobs, he felt a bit pushed out. He didn’t know how to interact with this shrivelled little person that looked like an old man, yet he wanted desperately to be a “good dad”.

Christmas was a turning point for us. Frog suddenly got interesting, with her raspberry blowing and squeals of laughter. Now, whenever I see her little red shoes, I’m reminded of this picture, which perfectly sums up the changing relationship between Frog and her dad.

And then we have the shoes I wore last weekend when I got married.

Originally I bought a pair of bridal shoes from John Lewis for £120. I liked them, but I could only ever see me wearing them once, on my wedding day. They were just so, well, bridal.

It wasn’t until a few days out later when I chanced upon these beauties in Next, for a bargain price of £30 that I knew my heart belonged elsewhere. The lace on the shoes went perfectly with the lace on my dress and the heel was high enough to disguise the one foot height difference between my future husband and I.

I know I’ll wear them again. And when I do, I’ll remember how they took me down the aisle to meet the man I would vow to spend the rest of my life with.

They do bloody hurt though.

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