Millie on feet

I have big feet, mother told me it was because of my height and height was a sign of good breeding.

Indeed Henry VIII was 6ft and the lovely Wills is 6ft 3ins

This didn’t however stop her yelling comments at me, along with the rest of the family, about walking on water with my boat feet as I strode down the beach for a swim on my childhood holidays in Devonshire. ‘Is she going to walk on water?’ I believe was the cry.

Over the years my feet have plagued me and only served to draw attention to my ungainliness, the minute French sales assistant in the Paris Christian Louboutin shop with a waist the size of my wrist who looked me up and down and declared ‘ I am sorry madam we don’t cater for you size’

This was of course when Louboutin’s were a beautifully crafted classic court that would become a wardrobe staple, not the platform creations that wouldn’t look out of place dancing around a pole in Las Vegas that they are today. At least that entertained the husband and of course saved him the best part of £600 (he bought me a hat instead for my oversized head……..NOT THE SAME!)

Then when I gave up work to become the mother of my three beautiful labs and my son, I sold all my unbranded work shoes on eBay only for them all to go to a man from Newcastle called Nigel. This really was the final straw, so imagine my delight when I saw this little number in a local chemist, the lady on the till couldn’t have known what she was saying when she said I could take inches off my feet with this thing!