I remember the weekend it happened. It was at GNSH this year. Saturday night. I'd been dancing in heels since 9pm and it was now midnight. Not only had I not fallen arse over tit but my feet didn't hurt and I actually found my dancing was improved wearing them. I didn't want to jinx it, despite the rising excitement, I kept it to myself. By the last night, feet still not aching and arse not covered in bruises, I told my friend - the excitement was real! It's kind of like the first time you go from wearing a training bra to wearing a real bra - I was a real dancer now.
|The Anita shoe didn't quite work out for me|
The thing that made me see the light so to speak were the Miss L Fire (I am beyond obsessed with their shoes, the Loretta - in both colours!! - being the latest additions to my collection) Vista flapper shoes, bought in the boxing day sale for the absolute bargain of £45 at good old Lakeside.
My first pair of dancing shoes were a Remix pair, the Anita 1930s shoe. The were beautiful shoes but when I bought them I didn't know you were supposed to buy a size smaller than you needed as the leather stretches - so as you can imagine, after one night's out dancing I was sliding around in them like nobody's business - not ideal!
|This was the weekend, in my hotel room at GNSH when my heel dreams came true...|
So now I have found a pair that work for me (at the London Lindy Exchange I had them on one night from 8pm until 5.30am!) they have become like shoe royalty in my collection, despite the fact I own much more expensive pairs. They get kept in a special shoe bag (bought at the Copenhagen Lindy Exchange...got to have a souvenir) and they get cleaned to keep them in tip top shape.
I still dance in flats on the odd occasion; by the end of the Copenhagen exchange the thought of putting heels on could have made me cry - I'd gone straight to that exchange from the London one so by the last night I'd been dancing for ten days straight so I think it's allowed.
And on a totally vain note, heading out dancing in a nice dress looks so much nicer (in my opinion - each to their own before anyone shouts at me) than my skanky white pumps.